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BRATTLEBORO,    VT. 


GIFT  OF 


RHYMES 


OF 


YANKEE  LAND. 


BV 

sjy 

AELLA    GREENE. 


EIGHTH    EDITION. 


BOSTOM: 

LEE  &  SIIEPARD,  PUBLISHERS. 
1879. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1879,  by 

AELLA   GREENE, 
In  the  office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington 


THE  CLARK    W.  BRYAN   COMPANY, 
ELECTROTYPBRS,    PRINTRRS   AND   BINDERS, 
SPRINGFIELD,   MASS. 


PS 


TO 
MY    NEW    ENGLAND    FRIENDS, 

AT   HOME   AND   WESTWARD, 

I    Dedicate 

THRSB 

"RHYMES  OF  YANKEE  LAND." 


CONTENTS. 


THE  SMITHVILLE  WORTHIES: 

SQUIRE  SMITH, ...9 

DOCTOR  BLISS, 17 

THE  VILLAGE  SCHOOL-MASTER, 21 

CRISPIN  CRANE, 25 

Jin.  JONES,  THE  SMITH, 38 

ABIJAH  BEERS 41 

LIGHT  FROM  DARK: 

INTO  THE  SUNSHINE, 45 

REST  IN  WORK, 47 

"YEA,  WELCOME  GRIEF," 50 

"How  BLESSED  AND  TIJCE  THE  BELIEF," 53 

"THE  SUGAR  CAMP  is  EABLY  SPRING," 56 

MISCELLANEOUS  : 

Mv  COMRADE'S  GRAVE, 61 

A  TRIBUTE 62 

THE  SWEETHEART, 64 

A  MODEL  SUNDAY-SCHOOL, 66 

WHEN  You  AND  I  WERE  Bovs, .68 

THE  YANKEE  WESTWARD,      . 73 

"Two  DECADES  BRIGHT," 77 

CHICAGO'S  TRIAL  BY  FIRE,     .       .       . 79 

"THE  PAPER," 82 

BE  CHEERFUL  EVER, 84 

IN  ALL  LABOR  THERE  is  PROFIT, 86 

AN  ACKNOWLEDGMENT 89 

"  SHE  PLACED  THE  BITTER  SWEET," 91 

WlLLIAMSnURG 94 

"FENCE  UP  THE  WAY," 102 

A  WORD  OF  CHEER, 105 

THEY  MEET  AGAIN, 106 


CONTENTS. 


"NAY,  'Tis  NOT  THUS," 109 

THE  BRIGHTER  DAYS, Hi 

"  IF  EVERY  ONE  OBSERVED," 113 

"AND  NUMBERED  FORTY-SIX," 115 

OUR  YANKEE  LAND 120 

THINE, 124 

"AMONG  THE  LISBON  HILLS," 126 

"CONCERNING  ONE  You  LOVE,"    .              I28 

"Op  THEE  AND  THINE," 18° 

"No  OTHER," 132 

"FOR  THEE  A  SONG," 133 

ON  CANTERBURY  GREEN, 135 

"Too  MANY  HEARTS  ARE  SAD  TO-NIGHT," 138 

"  OUR  NORTHERN  ROUTE," 140 

BARNESVILLE: 

ELNATHAN  BARNES, 1*3 

THE  SUNDAY  TKACIIER, 156 

JOHN  CARLTON,  . 158 

THE  JOURNALIST 162 

THE  WICKED 165 

SATIRES : 

THE  CRITICS 1G9 

THE  ALLOPATHS 1T1 

MY  LITANY, 173 

THE  DEAD  DOUGHERTY 175 

THB  IMPERIAL 177 

A  PLEASANT  GItOUP: 

"COME  HAPPY  BIRD," 181 

FOR  WORDS  SELECT 183 

THE  BRIGHT  AND  WISE, 184 

"SERENEST  STAR," 187 

"WHERE  FLOWERS  BLOOM," ISO 

"THE  STARS  HAVE  HEARD," 190 

MISCELLANEOUS: 

GRAND  OLD  GREENFIELD 193 

"EARTH'S  BiiiGHrEST  STAR," J96 

A  SILVER  DAY, 199 

"THE  BAY  STATE'S  FORTY-SECOND," 201 

BERKSHIRE  SCENES, 204 

A  GOLDEN  DAY, .206 


THE 

SMITHVILLE  WORTHIES. 


SQUIRE   SMITH. 

Mister  Smith  of  Smithville  died 
Two  weeks  ago  to-day ; 
We  always  thought  the  person  lied 
Who  said  he'd  pass  away. 

With  buoyant  step,  and  fragrant  breath, 

And  face  with  health  aglow, 
He  seemed  no  older  near  his  death 

Than  twenty  years  ago. 

But  gone  he  has,  at  last,  from  earth, 

As  every  mortal  must, 
Of  noble  or  of  lowly  birth, 

Unrighteous  they,  or  just. 


IO  SQUIRE    SMITH. 

Though  it  may  seem  as  useless  quite, 

To  weep  and  make  ado, 
Still,  I  have  thought  it  well  to  write 

Of  him  a  rhyme  or  two. 

Possessing  not  a  noted  name, 
Nor  piles  of  treasure  high, 

He  yet  enjoyed  of  pelf  and  fame 
A  moderate  supply. 

For  comely  speech,  and  good  intent, 

And  for  his  neat  attire, 
The  villagers  with  one  consent, 

Regarded  him  as  "Square." 

Attending  church  on  Sabbath  days, 
As  everybody  should, 


SQUIRE    SMITH.  I«I 

He  joined  in  all  the  prayer  and  praise, 
As  pious  people  would. 

Within  the  week  he  walked  in  town, 

On  pleasant  afternoons, 
Wearing  a  modest  suit  of  brown, 

And  humming  quiet  tunes. 

He  kept  his  temper  all  the  while, 

In  weather  dry  or  wet ; 
And  had  a  penny,  or  a  smile, 

For  every  child  he  met. 

Of  joy  his  heart  the  source  and  spring, 

To  him  no  dark  nor  wrong ; 
He  seemed  from  bitterest  grief  to  bring 

The  melody  of  song. 


12  SQUIRE    SMITH. 

At  inns  he  never  lingered  much, 

For  beer  and  greater  grog ; 
When  coming  home  from  clubs  and  such, 

Was  never  in  a  fog. 

The  Squire  no  stated  calling  had, 

A  "jack  at  every  trade;" 
At  neither  one  was  reckoned  bad, 

But  quite  a  figure  made. 

Three  years  a  farmer's  life  he  led ; 

There  seemed  to  him  a  charm, 
To  gain  his  raiment  and  his  bread, 

By  managing  a  farm. 

For  several  years  he  kept  a  school, 
In  an  adjoining  place ; 


SQUIRE    SMITH.  J2 

V  ** 

Maintaining  there  a  pleasant  rule, 
With  dignity  and  grace. 

He  also  wrote  a  little  book 

About  his  native  town, 
That  had  a  literary  look, — 

Done  up  in  covers  brown. 

To  Washington  he  never  went, 

As  statesman  had  no  forte ; 
Yet  twice  had  been  as  juror  sent, 

And  once  to  General  Court ! 

He  did  not  take  to  allopaths, 

As  would  some  other  men, 
But  patronized  cold  water  baths, 

And  sometimes  took  cayenne. 


14  SQUIRE    SMITH. 

4 

He  spurned  a  miser  as  a  thief, 
And  acted,  "  on  the  square ; " 

Though  not  a  Mason,  my  belief 
Is  Smith  had  once  been  there. 

He  kept  his  courage  always  up, 
And  kept  his  record  clear; 

Kept  only  water  in  his  cup, 
And  kept  his  wife  so  dear. 

He  kept  of  Sabbaths  fifty-two ; 

Kept  everything  of  worth ; 
Kept  more  than  most  of  people  do, 

And  always  kept  "the  Fourth." 

He  kept  his  course  with  ease  and  grit ; 
Kept  all  he  thought  or  heard, 


SQUIRE    SMITH.  15 

That  was  for  keeping  really  fit; 
And  always  kept  his  word. 

Smith  led  a  quiet,  even  life, 

And  died  when  near  fourscore, 
Leaving  to  mourn  him  his  good  wife, 

And  grown  up  children  four. 

And  on  that  saddest  funeral  day, 

There  gathered  at  his  bier, 
A  thousand  friends,  as  true  and  tried, 

As  ever  shed  a  tear. 

Within  the  churchyard,  'neath  a  yew, 

They  made  his  grave  with  care ; 
And  lingeringly  they  bade  adieu, 

With  sorrow,  and  with  prayer. 


l6  SQUIRE    SMITH. 

Ye  better  bards,  to  whom  belong 
High  themes  and  lofty  verse, 

Still  deem  as  not  unworthy  song, 
The  life  these  lines  rehearse. 

Although  a  humble  man  was  he, 
Our  Smith  was  still  a  man; 

As  good  on  earth  we  seldom  see, 
And  better,  never  can. 


DOCTOR   BLISS. 

r  I  ^HE  people  were  so  seldom  sick 

That  it  was  very  true, 
The  one  physician  in  the  town 
Had  not  enough  to  do. 

This  doctor  was  a  gentleman, 

Of  average  grace  and  wit, 
Who  studied  just  six  years,  until 

For  practice  fully  fit. 

Then  took  his  "sheep-skin"  and  his  leave, 

And  unto  Smithville  went, 
There  hung  his  shingle  out,  and  lived 

Until  his  days  were  spent. 
2 


1 8  DOCTOR   BLISS. 

Although  an  allopath,  he  felt 

Not  very  much  inclined, 
To  be  at  odds  with  those  who  had 

A  different  course  in  mind. 

Indulging  patients  in  their  whims, 

He  seldom  would  refuse 
Such  mild  "botanies"  as  their  friends 

Might  deem  it  best  to  use. 

He  was  so  kind,  this  Doctor  Bliss, 
To  press  him  there  to  stay, 

The  townsmen  all  agreed  by  vote, 
A  salary  to  pay. 

That  potent  medicine,  a  smile, 
He  carried  everywhere, 


DOCTOR    BLISS. 

To  cheer  the  sick,  and  drive  away 

That  worst  of  curses,  care. 

< 

A  wit  declared,  and  it  was  true, 

When  sickness  was  about, 
The  doctor,  walking  through  the  town, 

Could  look  the  sickness  out. 

There  is  a  legend  wide  extant, 
Once  Death  came  walking  by, 

The  doctor  challenged  him  to  fight 
And  made  the  monster  fly. 

But  Bliss,  devoted  to  the  art 

Of  making  people  well, 
To  sickness  and  to  medicine, 

At  last,  a  victim  fell. 


2O  DOCTOR   BLISS. 

He  loved  the  Squire,  and  looked  like  him, 

Clad  trim  in  brown  attire  ; 
Near  him  he  lived,  and  now  at  death, 

Is  buried  near  the  Squire. 


THE   VILLAGE   SCHOOL-MASTER. 
A    WORTHY  gentleman  in  town, 

r\ 

Respected  and  revered, 
Was  William  Wilson,  learned  and  wise, 
A  teacher  born  and  reared. 

He  was  a  very  proper  man, 

Yet  cheerful  as  was  meet ; 
None  were  more  knowing  in  the  place. 

Nor  any  so  discreet. 

The  little  school-house  where  he  taught 

For  twenty  years  and  more, 
Had  but  three  windows  on  a  side, 

And  one  above  the  door. 


22  THE    VILLAGE    SCHOOL-MASTER. 

It  cost  six  hundred  dollars,  just, 

As  records  do  appear; 
And  yet  the  scholars  came  to  think 

The  place  was  very  dear. 

It  stood  upon  the  village  green, 
Hard  by  the  "  center  church  ; " 

Was  well  supplied  with  furniture, 
But  unsupplied  with  birch. 

This  Wilson  had  a  better  way 
To  punish  recreant  boys, 

Who  had  been  lazy  at  their  books, 
Or  making  needless  noise. 

Within  a  very  "dreadful  book," 
Where  every  crime  had  grade  ; 


THE    VILLAGE    SCHOOL-MASTER. 

For  every  wrong  a  scholar  did, 
So  many  checks  were  made. 

These  famous  checks  had  come  to  be 

Regarded  with  such  dread, 
Some  of  the  culprits  thought  it  were 

Far  better  to  be  dead. 

With  patience  and  with  kindly  care, 

He  led  his  pupils  through 
The  path  of  common  learning,  till 

They  every  feature  knew. 

And  oft,  perchance,  they  caught  a  glimpse 

Of  classic  grove  and  field, 
And  felt  a  longing  for  the  fruits 

Those  pleasant  regions  yield ; 


24  THE    VILLAGE    SCHOOL-MASTER 

But  Euclid  and  "  the  languages," 
In  district  schools  of  yore, 

Were  all  discarded  and  forbid, 
As  very  useless  lore. 

Since  Wilson  gave  up  teaching  school, 
Ten  years  and  five  have  passed ; 

But  through  a  century  to  come 
His  influence  shall  last. 

He  still  resides  within  the  town  ; 

And  though  threescore  and  ten, 
The  people  all  declare  he  is 

The  comeliest  of  men. 


CRISPIN   CRANE. 

T  N  praise  of  one  whose  worth  and  wit 

The  Smithville  people  prize ; 
Who,  by  a  timely  repartee, 
Found  favor  in  their  eyes : 

Disciple  of  St.  Crispin  he, 

And  christened  Crispin  Crane, 

He  mended  boots  and  shoes  for  folks, 
To  get  his  bread  and  gain. 

A  kind,  a  brave,  a  little  man, 

But  five  feet  tall  when  up, 
He  booted  well  each  man  that  came, 

And  then  would  ask  to  sup. 


26  CRISPIN    CRANE. 

His  dwelling  was  adjacent  to 

His  little  shop,  you  see  ; 
So,  often,  did  his  customers 

"Drop  in"  to  take  some  tea. 

i 

He  took  their  measure  in  the  shop  ; 

When  guests,  they  came  to  find 
He  fully  had  the  power  to  take 

The  measure  of  their  mind. 

Full  often,  in  the  village  store, 
A  brainless,  brassy  brag, 

Did  all  the  village  people  bore, 
Defeating  wise  and  wag. 

The  townsmen  said,  "  If  any  man 
Will  squelch  that  dolt  and  fool, 


CRISPIN    CRANE. 

We'll  send  him  to  the  capitol, 
Or  fee  his  son  at  school." 

One  eve  he  boasted  loud  how  great 

His  understanding  was  ; 
"  Let  him  among  you  show  such  mind, 
A  greater  mind  who  has ! " 

Said  Crane — and  pointed  to  his  feet — 
"  Your  'standings  large  !  forsooth  ; 

None  may  gainsay  the  fact,  for  I 
The  measure  took  of  both." 

Annihilation  is  no  name 

For  how  that  fellow  felt; 
He  hasted  out  and  little  boys 

With  pebbles  him  did  pelt. 


28  CRISPIN    CRANE. 

The  morrow  was  town-meeting  day, 
And  ere  the  time  was  spent, 

They  voted  all  that  Crane  should  be 
To  legislature  sent. 

He  proved  so  wise  a  little  man, 

So  jolly  with  his  friends, 
So  loth  to  speak,  and  always,  then, 

To  bring  about  good  ends, 

So  keen,  and  quick,  and  powerful,  too. 

A  boasting  man  to  floor ; 
Some  of  the  members  of  the  House, 

I  think  about  a  score, 

Drew  up  a  paper  in  due  form, 
And  set  to  it  their  "fist," 


CRISPIN    CRANE. 

Of  which,  if  records  are  correct, 
The  following  is  the  gist: 

• 

•'  Good  Mister  Smith,  respected  Squire, 

And  friend  of  Crispin  Crane ; 
We  wish,  at  your  election,  you 
Would  send  him  here  again." 

He  went  again,  and  still  once  more, 

Until  six  times  in  all ; 
Nor  by  the  lures  of  lobby  men 

Did  he  from  honor  fall. 

;Twas  in  his  time  of  public  life 

A  party  rose  and  fell, 
Whose  bad  disaster  at  their  schemes 

'Tis  pleasurable  to  tell. 


3O  CRISPIN    CRANE. 

Late  in  the  term  a  question  rose 

This  party  called  the  test ; 
For  which  their  leader  spoke  at  length, 

With  artificial  zest; 

And  wound  his  closing  period  up 

To  show  "  How  blessed  the  land, 

• 

When  'garjuns'  of  the  public  peace 
Labor  reformers  stand  ! " 

"  Labor  reformers  !  "  Crispin  quoth, 
"  That  means  too  proud  to  work ! 
And  rightly  named,  for  well  you  like 
Life's  burdens  all  to  shirk. 

"You're  all  adventurers  and  shams, 
Unknown  to  honest  toil, 


CRISPIN    CRANE. 

Full  frequent  at  the  village  inns, 
And  in  the  cheaper  broils. 

"  Below  the  wrath  of  common  men, 

Too  cheap  for  ours  by  half, 
We'll  not  oppose  your  plannings,  but 
Explode  them  with  a  laugh  ! " 

The  wit  that  beamed  in  Crispin's  eyes 

Put  all  in  merry  mood, 
As  rang  around  the  galleries 

One  soul-refreshing  "  Good  ! " 

The  gavel  man  forgot  to  rap, 
Reporters  dropped  their  notes, 

Some  member  moved  "the  question!"   and- 
The  measure  had  twelve  votes ! 


32  CRISPIN    CRANE. 

And  that's  the  way  the  party  died 
By  this  sarcastic  Crane  ; 

And  hence  the  reason  he  was  sent 
To  General  Court  again. 

And  since  he  finished  there  for  all, 
And  closed  his  public  life, 

He's  just  as  busy  in  his  shop 
And  pleasant  to  his  wife. 

When  once  as  petit  juror  drawn, 
Crane  went  to  county  court, 

To  find  how  much  the  panel  work 
Was  his  delight  and  forte. 

The    court  was  held  in  meager  hall, 
Quite  hot  on  summer  days, 


CRISPIN    CRANE.  33 

And  in  its  age  so  trembling  weak 
'Twas  fastened  up  by  stays. 

The  judge  who  ruled  that  county  court 

Had  good  judicial  grace.; 
He  spoke  melodiously,  but  wore 

A  stern,  though  sunny,  face. 

Serenely  beamed  through  glasses  bright, 

The  long-tried  county  clerk ; 
Who  able  seemed  for  many  years 

To  swear  men  into  work. 

Across  the  court  room  from  his  chair 

Crane  saw,  in  buff  and  blue, 
The  sheriff  sit  in  dignity, 

A  pleasant  man  to  view. 
3 


34  CRISPIN    CRANE. 

To  try  a  foolish  case  about 

The  matter  of  a  "  V," 
It  cost  a  hundred  dollars,  just, 

Besides  the  lawyers'  fee. 

The  "great  case"  of  the  term  was  next 
Before  Crane's  panel  brought, 

In  which  a  citizen  his  claims 
Of  railway  people  sought. 

The  wooden  witnesses  were  turned 

By  crafty  lawyers  round, 
And  made  to  swear  that  light  was  dark. 

And  broken  cars  were  sound. 

The  lawyers,  next,  their  arguments 
Unto  his  honor  spoke ; 


CRISPIN    CRANE.  35 

And  in  their  speech  most  fearfully      %  - 
The  ninth  commandment  broke. 

The  proper  judge,  polite  and  prompt, 

The  jurors  charged  full  clear  ; 
And  they  a  verdict  gave,  unbought 

By  favor,  love,  or  fear. 

It  didn't  suit  defendants  much ; 

To  make  a  greater  stench, 
They  vowed  to  carry  up  the  case 

Unto  the  higher  bench. 

One  afternoon  there  came  a  lull 

In  business  of  the  court, 
As  lazy  lawyers  couldn't  get 

Their  clients  to  report. 


36  CRISPIN    CRANE. 

The  judge  evinced  a  wish  to  quit, 

And  bade  to  end  the  assize  ; 
"  For  when  there  is  no  work  to  do, 
This  court  had  better  rise." 

The  crier  closed  the  court,  and  said, 
"  God  save  the  Commonwealth  ! " 

Opposing  lawyers  parted  friends, 
And  wished  each  other  health. 

Crane's  panel  parted  on  the  steps 

Of  that  low,  dingy  hall, 
With  little  hope  it  would  give  way 

To  comely  building  tall. 

The  public  men  who  had  in  charge 
The  matter  of  a  site, 


CRISPIN    CRANE.  37 

Had  passed  their  time  in  foolish  fuss 
That  grew  into  a  fight. 

That  dingy  court-house  stands  there  still ! 

A  relic  of  the  past ; 
Wherein  the  lawyers  show  their  wit, 

And  argue  questions  vast. 


MR.   JONES,   THE   SMITH. 

A    STALWART,  strong  and  cheerful  man, 

Our  village  Vulcan,  Jones, 
Was  no  exception  to  the  rule 

That  smiths  are  seldom  drones. 
From  morning  stars  till  evening  dews 

His  swinging  hammer  rang, 
In  keeping  with  the  words  and  tunes 
Of  ballads  which  he  sang. 

Around  his  shop  tall  maples  grew 

And    robins    caroled  there, 
And  rose  and  daffodil  exhaled 

Their  sweetness  on  the  air. 


MR.   JONES,    THE    SMITH. 

The  gladdest  man  in  town,  he  saw 
More  sadness  than  the  rest, 

But  found  his  joy  in  frequent  work 
To  have  the  saddened  blest. 

The  humbler  people  of  the  place 

Esteemed  him  very  dear ; 
And  men  of  higher  rank  than  Jones 

Have  sought  his  shop  for  cheer. 
Did  any  speak  of  loss,  he  showed 

The  faith  which  never  tires  ; 
Or  tell  of  luck,  his  face  would  glow 

As  ruddy  as  his  fires. 

And  men  who  shine  as  millionaires 
And  rulers  in  the  land, 


4O  MR.   JONES,   THE    SMITH. 

Are  glad  to  say,  that,  years  ago, 

He  gave  a  helping  hand, 
And  spoke  the  words  of  cheer  that  gave 

Them  courage  for  the  fight, 
And  patience,  as  they  watched  through  dark 

The  coming  of  the  light. 

He  seeks  no  higher  station  than 

His  anvil  and  his  home ; 
But  neighbors  think  he'll  have  high  place 

In  that  good  world  to  come. 
His  life,  throughout,  an  argument 

How  grand  the  humble  man, 
In  meekness  who  performeth  all 

The  noble  deeds  he  can. 


ABIJAH   BEERS. 

r  I  CHOUGH  Smithville  was  so  blest  of  heaven, 

To  it  one  tedious  thorn  was  given. 
The  place  had  one  perfected  sinner, 
Most  surely  who  had  been  the  winner, 
Did  he  and  Satan  run  a  race 
On  any  course  away  from  grace. 
Supremely  mean  in  all  his  deeds ; 
His  heart  as  hard  as  flint ;  the  needs 
Caused  by  his  extortions  moved  him  not, 
The  pining  poor  were  all  forgot ; 
Selfish,  thick,  marble-faced  and  stern, 
Full  quick  to  sin,  and  apt  to  learn 
The  ways  of  avarice  and  wrong; 


42  ABIJAH    BEERS. 

On  primal  sin  improving  long, 

He  chose  oppression  for  his  art, 

And  practiced  it  with  all  his  heart ; 

His  sinning  cloaked  with  graciousness, 

And  cursed  when  he  appeared  to  bless. 

He  so  gifted  in  causing  tears 

Had  fitting  name,  Abijah  Beers. 

May  gods  protect  if  here;  again, 

So  bad  a  man  'mong  living  men ; 

And  there  was  not,  since  earth  began, 

So  much  of  meanness  in  a  man. 

The  liberals  declared  for  hell, 

Else  Where  could  that  great  sinner  dwell. 

He  died  at  last  as  fools  do  die  ; 

Thistles  thrive  where  his  ashes  lie ! 


LIGHT   FROM   DARK. 


INTO   THE   SUNSHINE. 


to  the  sunshine  bringing  bloom, 
For  the  rose  there's  always  room  ; 
Come  to  the  sunshine  bringing  bloom. 

Out  from  darkness  and  from  night 
Into  the  beams  of  morning  light, 
Out  from  darkness  and  from  night. 

Into  the  sunshine  for  relief, 
Bring  the  troubled  sons  of  grief; 
Into  the  sunshine  for  relief. 

Into  the  sunshine  with  a  song, 

Grasp  their  hand  and  lead  them  strong 

Into  the  sunshine  with  a  song. 


46  INTO    THE    SUNSHINE. 

Bring  to  the  sunshine  of  your  trust ; 
If  they  succeed,  you  surely  must 
Bestow  the  sunshine  of  your  trust. 

Full  and  free,  to  all  impart 

The  sunshine  of  a  generous  heart ; 

Full  and  free  to  all  impart. 

Live  in  the  sunshine  while  you  live, 
And  unto  all  your  sunshine  give  ; 
Live  in  the  sunshine  while  you  live. 

Into  the  sunshine  when  you  die, 
Into  the  sunshine  up  to  the  sky ; 
Into  the  sunshine  when  you  die. 


REST   IN   WORK. 

/^\H,  tell  me  some  secluded  place, 

Where,  weary  with  this  fitful  race, 
These  tired  limbs  awhile  may  rest, 
These  tired  eyes  with  sleep  be  biest, 
This  aching  heart  be  freed  from  cares, 
From  disappointments  and  despairs, 
And  breathe  there  o'er  my  soul  a  calm, 
Amid  the  fragrance  and  the  balm. 

Yet,  if  it  be  not  wise  to  rest ; 
If  calls  the  race  for  speed  and  zest, 
Or  shine  the  fields  with  harvest  white 
That  must  be  garnered  ere  the  night, 


48  REST    IN   WORK. 

My  feet  shall  run,  my  hands  shall  toil, 
No  sighs  for  rest  my  purpose  foil 
To  do  the  work  and  do  it  well. 
No  friends  so  fair  or  foes  so  fell 
Shall  win  or  fright  me  from  the  task, 
Nor  lessening  of  the  work  I'll  ask. 

I'll  bear  a  manly  part  in  life, 

Nor  fret  or  falter  in  the  strife  ; 

And,  spirit  crushed  or  heart  depressed, 

Yet  full  of  hope,  alive  with  zest, 

Protract  youth's  joys  far  into  age, 

Walk  royally  on  pilgrimage  ; 

Be  meek,  but  not  a  dolt  nor  slave  ; 

Patient  in  dole,  in  danger  brave  ; 

'Till,  blossomed  white  with  grief  or  joy, 

I  take  my  bliss  without  alloy. 


REST    IN    WORK.  49 

But  tell  me  some  sweet  resting-place, 
That  I  may  better  run  the  race  ; 
A  respite  give  awhile  from  pain, 
That  I  the  grief  may  bear  again. 
Yet  if  this  boon  be  still  denied, 
Oh  !  Thou  to  whom  none  fruitless  cried. 
Grant  me  at  least  one  sweet  relief; 
Since  there  are  ever  sons  of  grief, 
Grant  me  to  help  them  bear  the  load 
And  teach  to  tread  the  paths  I  trod; 
In  sympathy  with  those  who  weep 
A  respite  from  my  sorrows  reap. 

* 

4 


"YEA,  WELCOME   GRIEF." 

"\7EA,  welcome  grief  in  every  form, — 
Of  biting  blast  or  whelming  storm  ; 
The  streams  that  would  an  ocean  fill, 
Or  slow,  continuous,  wearing  rill ; 
Or  trouble's  flail,  or  sorrow's  mill ; 
A  thorny  path  up  rocky  hill, 
Or  desert  sands  to  scorch  the  feet, 
Where  torrid  suns  in  fervor  beat; 
Or  barren,  drear,  and  sunless  plains, 
Where  gloomy  winter  monarch  reigns. 

Up  rocky  hills  sweet  arbors  are, 
And  not  a  flaming  sword  to  bar  ; 


"YEA,    WELCOME    GRIEF.  5! 

And  shineth  still,  though  still  afar, 
Hope's  blessed,  bright,  benignant  star. 
Hot  deserts  their  oases  have  ; 
And,  crossed,  the  pleasant  plash  of  wave. 
And  sound  of  brooks,  and  warbling  grove, 
Shall  lift  the  pilgrim's  heart  above. 

The  true  man  says,  though  die  I  must, 
Till  death  I'll  keep  a  beaming  trust, 
Though  every  plan  should  fall  in  dust, 
And  choicest  treasures  yield  to  rust. 
Night  brings  the  day,  grief  bringeth  bliss  ; 
And  never  that  but  cometh  this. 
Peace  follows  war,  thorns  speak  the  rose  ; 
Fatigue  foreruns  a  sweet  repose  ; 
And  he  who  toils,  nor  seeks  for  rest, 
With  respite  from  his  work  is  blest. 


52  "YEA,    WELCOME    GRIEF." 

Or  this  the  doctrine  of  true  saints, 
That  he  who  hath  but  patient  plaints, 
And  interludes  his  woe  with  songs, 
To  royal  race  and  home  belongs ; 
And,  crowned,  shall  come  in  little  time 
To  thrones,  and  feast,  and  heavenly  chime  ; 
And  gain  within  this  earthly  clime, 
A  joy  above  ail  harp  and  rhyme ! 


'HOW  BLESSED  AND  TRUE  THE  BELIEF" 

T  T  OW  blessed  and  true  the  belief, 

That  the  joy  which  comes  after  grief 
Is  sweeter,  and  never  so  brief 
As  other  joys. 

How  grandly  inspiring  the  thought, 
That  the  bliss  by  bitterness  bought, 
Is  nearer  to  heaven  than  aught 
On  earth  beside. 

How  sweet  after  storm  is  the  sun, 
And  rest  after  labor  is  done, — 
The  peace  that  by  battling  is  won, 
And  wealth,  by  toil. 


54    "HOW  BLESSED  AND  TRUE  THE  BELIEF. 

If  discouraged  and  distressed, 
With  sorrow  and  with  care  oppressed, 
And  sins  confessed  and  unconfessed, 
And  every  ill, 

The  heart  were  struggling  for  relief, 
And  found  no  succor  from  its  grief, 
In  buoyant  trust  and  bright  belief — 
How  sad  the  earth. 

But  rules  converse  of  these  obtain, 
Nor  mortal  suffered  yet  in  vain, 
A  trivial  nor  the  largest  pain, 
Nor  ever  will. 

So  let  the  troubled  take  good  heart, 
Learn  well  of  suffering  the  art, 


"HOW    BLESSED    AND    TRUE    THE    BELIEF."  55 

Nor  shun  to  share  a  generous  part 
In  life's  good  griefs. 

Right  where  unkindest  luck  o'ertakes, 
Our  happy  planning  rudely  breaks, 
Of  choicest  treasures  havoc  makes, 
We  shall  succeed. 

We  shall  succeed,  for  God  ordains, 
Whoever  suffers  loss  or  pains, 
Shall  reap  therefor  abundant  gains, 
The  interest  due. 

Of  none  the  Father  has  such  care, 
As  those  who  have  abundant  share 
Of  losses  and  of  griefs  to  bear, 
And  foes  to  meet 


THE  SUGAR  CAMP  IN  EARLY  SPRING. 

r  I  "'HE  sugar  camp,  in  early  spring, 

Was  fragrant  'neath  the  hill; 
Where  liquid  sweet,  from  maple  trees, 
Did  pleasantly  distill. 

Beneath  the  slab-roofed  shed  the  fires, 

O'er  which  the  kettles  hung, 
And  when  the  syrup  "grained"  in  time 

The  cranes  were  outward  swung. 

Then  "  dips "  of  waxen  sugar,  John, 

You  offered  to  the  girls ; 
Two  smiling  dears  of  sweet  sixteen, 

With  innocence  and  curls. 


"THE  SUGAR  CAMP  IN  EARLY  SPRING."         57 

One  was  a  sister,  good  and  true, 

The  other  choicer  friend, 
Whom  afterwards  you  vowed  to  love, 

Till  earthly  days  should  end. 

And  now  the  kerchief  that  she  hemmed 

Is  moist  with  tears  you  shed, 
To    think  that  ere  the  wedding  day 

Your  bonnie  Jane  was  dead. 

And  so  you  sigh,  and  so  you  learn 

It  is  how  sadly  true, 
Our  choicest  good  and  dearest  friend 

Do  quickly  fade  from  view. 

But  every  day  you  live  to  mourn 
You  seem  so  much  a  man, 


58         "THE  SUGAR  CAMP  IN  EARLY  SPRING.' 

I  am  inclined  to  think  the  loss 
Is  other  than  a  ban. 

And  yet  'tis  tender  business  this, 
To  rightly  touch  the  heart, 

Which  even  long  ago  was  called 
From  troth  or  kin  to  part. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


MY   COMRADE'S   GRAVE. 

A     CHRISTIAN,  comrade,  son,  and  friend* 

Is  slumbering  'neath  this  sod; 
His  form  is  there,  his  name  with  us, 
His  spirit  with  his  God. 

Fit  place  it  is  for  hero's  grave, 

Where  mountain  zephyrs  play; 
Where  fair  ones  bring  the  choicest  flowers, 

And  good  men  pause  to  pray. 

To  designate  his  sepulcher, 

We  raise  this  shaft,  but  trust 
His  deeds  shall  live  when  monuments 

Are  crumbled  into  dust. 

*John  J.  Bisbee,  of  Worthington. 


A   TRIBUTE. 
TV^IND,  Christian  lady,  faithful  friend 

M         Tk. 

Accept  each  humble  line, 
Inscribed,  in  heartfelt  praise,  to  worth 
And  noble  deeds  like  thine. 

How  wise  thy  words,  and  fitly  said  ; 

They  guide,  encourage,  cheer ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  of  defeat, 

With  hope  displacing  fear. 

Some  kindnesses  are  burdensome, 

In  fact,  designed  as  debts; 
Not  thine,  these  favors,  which,  increased, 

But  multiply  regrets. 


A    TRIBUTE.  63 

Like  showers  thy  benedictions  come, 

Refreshing  as  the  dew  ; 
Delightful  as  the  morning  sun, 

Or  as  the  upper  blue. 

Ah  !  gentle  friend,  how  bright  the  earth 

In  every  clime  would  be, 
Did  all  admire  and  practice,  too, 
.  Unselfishness  like  thee. 


THE   SWEETHEART. 

OO  bold,  should  one  of  you  accuse 

That  some  sweet  girl  inspires  my  muse, 
To  all  the  rest  it  would  be  news, 
But  not  to  me. 

She  never  tells  the  blessed  fact, 
By  any  word  or  any  act, 
Evincing  such  consummate  tact, 
To  keep  it  hid 

She  is  not  reckoned  on  the  list, 
Of  those  who  try  to  "  keep  it  whist  ; " 
And  in  the  search  she  might  assist, 
And  no  one  guess. 


THE    SWEETHEART.  65 

We'll  keep  the  secret  a  little  more, 
Then,  as  so  many  have  before, 
We'll  seek  the  parson's  friendly  door, 
And  tell  it  there. 


A   MODEL   SUNDAY-SCHOOL. 

A     SUNDAY-SCHOOL  our  special  charge, 

Wherein  the  little  and  the  large, 
Shall  sweetest  truths  of  gospel  learn  ; 
Do  greatest  work,  nor  smallest  spurn  ; 
But  deem  it  ever  grandest  lot, 
To  gather  in  from  hall  and  cot, 
From  way-side  stroll,  or  nursery  door, 
The  children  of  the  rich  and  poor, 
And  teach  them  from  the  gospel  word 
The  record  of  the  blessed  Lord, 
Who  came  to  earth,  and  took  our  dust, 
And  died  to  give  us  chance  to  trust. 
No  bashful  boy  without  our  door, 


A    MODEL    SUNDAY-SCHOOL.  6? 

Shall  weep  that  no  one  prizes  more, 

Nor  asks  to  have  a  place  within 

The  walls  designed  to  fence  out  sin. 

We  welcome  each,  and  welcome  all,  , 

And  at  the  joy-inspiring  call, 

Of  Sabbath  bell,  on  Sabbath  morn, 

When  brightest  smiles  his  face  adorn, 

And  at  the  eve,  and  through  the  week., 

Each  teacher  will  for  learners  seek, 

And  seek  them  glaflly,  grandly,  too, 

As  angels  highest  errands  do. 


WHEN   YOU   AND   I   WERE   BOYS. 

\\  7E  count  above  our  common  good, 

Selectest  cf  our  joys, 
What  people  did  in  sunny  times, 
When  you  and  I  were  boys. 

'Mid  lilacs  and  the  clover  bloom, 

Our  early  moments  ran  ; 
And  happy  in  the  songs  of  birds, 

We  journeyed  up  to  man. 

These  scenes  so  blest  to  realize, 

Are  brighter,  brighter  far, 
That  memory  doth  with  golden  key 

The  gates  of  light  unbar. 


WHEN    YOU    AND    I    WERE    BOYS.  69 

What  other  cure  the  world  prescribes, 

By  far  the  safest,  best, 
Is  glancing  at  our  early  days, 

Is  retrospect  and  rest. 

From  cares  and  crowds  of  urban  life, 

From  traffic  of  the  town  ; 
From  wearing  toil  in  dust  and  din, 

From  griefs  that  weigh  you  down ; 

From  present  ill,  and  future  dread, 

And  all  that  fetters  thee, 
Come  to  the  country  and  the  past, 

Be  innocent  and  free. 

Review  the  scenes  of  early  days, 
With  kind,  religious  care  ; 


7O         WHEN  YOU  AND  I  WERE  BOYS. 

The  neighborhood  once  all  your  world, 
And  every  object  there. 

The  pansied  yard,  the  slant  well-sweep, 

And  apple  orchard  near; 
The  ancient  farm-house,  broad  and  red, 

By  many  memories  dear ; 

The  hay-field  and  the  pasture  wide, 

The  fences  by  the  lane; 
The  thick-leafed  maples  where  you  hid 

When  pattered  down  the  rain  ; 

The  road  where  erst  the  stage-coach  ran, 

You  studied  as  it  passed  ; 
That  yellow  coach  with  "thorough-brace," 

And  built  to  have  it  last ; 


WHEN    YOU    AND    I    WERE    BOYS.  /I 

The  level  and  the  hilly  road, 

On  which  you  trudged  to  school, 

To  "  make  your  manners  "  and  to  learn 
Hard  Colburn's  sum  and  rule ; 

The  school-house  with  its  seats  and  stove, 
And  desks  where  jack-knives  wrought, 

And  all  the  friendships  that  arose 
'  Twixt  teacher  and  the  taught ; 

The  ancient  church  and  man  of  prayer, 

And  gracious  words  and  looks  ; 
The  lessons  of  the  Sunday  class, 

And  pleasant  Sunday  books— 

These,  and  the  thousand  other  scenes 
Thine  early  being  knew 


72  WHEN    YOU    AND    I    WERE    BOYS. 

Shall  bring  thee  blessed  light  and  balm, 
And  keep  thee  fresh  and  true. 

By  frequently  reviewing  them. 

Thou  shalt  be  young  till  death 
Shall  lift  thee  to  the  rarer  bliss 

Of  everlasting  breath. 


THE   YANKEE   WESTWARD. 

T  N  every  western  state  they  are, 

True  sons  of  Yankee  land, 
With  earnest  heart  and  buoyant  hopes, 
And  ready,  skillful  hand ; 

With  native  wit  and  lore  of  books, 
Clear  fire  and  common  sense; 

With  grit  and  patience  to  endure 
And  earnestness  intense. 

They  go  with  lasting  faith  and  pluck, 

A  freshness,  and  a  trust, 
They  kept  alive  when  erst  they  laid 

The  Briton  in  the  dust ; 


74  THE    YANKEE    WESTWARD. 

To  fell  the  forest  and  to  build 

The  railway  and  the  mill ; 
\  pilgrim  school  in  every  glen, 
A  church  on  every  hill ; 

To  fence  and  till  in  yeoman  farms, 

The  prairie  and  ravine, 
And  build  smart  cities,  in  the  wilds 

Where  Indian  foot  hath  been. 

They  go  to  win  a  lasting  name 
For  Yankees  and  the  right, 

And  show  to  "redskin,"  Dutch  and  Celt, 
Their  shrewdness  and  their  might ; 

'To  utilize  the  beautiful, 
The  useful  beautify ; 


THE    YANKEE    WESTWARD.  /5 

The  toiler's  station,  and  his  work, 
With  art  to  dignify. 

They  go  to  win  achievements  grand 

In  all  the  arts  of  peace, 
And  lead  the  van  of  progress,  till 

Time's  course  at  last  shall  cease. 

Fear  not  that  in  this  boundlessness 

The  Yankee  will  be  lost, 
Though  not  the  farthest  western  wild 

But  his  sure  foot  hath  crossed. 

All  that  is  sacred,  fresh,  or  strong, 

In  Plymouth  Rock  and  shore, 
Transplanted  in  the  widening  West, 

Shall  live  for  evermore. 


76  THE    YANKEE    WESTWARD. 

And  so,  Utopia  realized, 
Our  land  shall  be  adored, 

Till  all  the  kingdoms  of  the  earth, 
Are  kingdoms  of  the  Lord. 


"TWO  DECADES  BRIGHT." 
r  I  ^WO  decades  bright  with  blessings  since 

We  'gan  life's  road  together, 
And  each  to  other  promised  faith 
In  every  sort  of  weather. 

With  gratitude  and  joyfulness 

At  good  with  which  He  crowned  us, 

We  look  unto  the  Father  high, 
And  thank  the  friends  around  us. 

And  here  with  them  we  offer  prayers, 
That,  through  each  coming  season, 

Our  friends  and  we  abundantly 
Be  blest  with  health  and  reason. 


78  "TWO   DECADES    BRIGHT." 

And,  that  we  have  great  things  to  say, 
We're  minded  first  and  chiefly, 

The  words  that  speak  and  reach  the  heart 
Are  spoken  plain  and  briefly. 


CHICAGO'S   TRIAL   BY   FIRE. 

f  I  VHE  proudest  city  of  the  West 

In  desolation  laid, 
Chicago  mourns  her  fortunes  burned, 

Like  gossamer  they  fade. 
The  meager  cot,  the  grand  hotel, 

The  depot  and  exchange, 
Are  swept  within  the  marching  flame, 

Whose  onward  maddening  range 

Devours  a  league  of  marble  wealth, 
And  brings  to  naught  the  great, 

At  yester-eve  who  sat  apart, 
Ensconced  in  princely  state  ; 


8o  CHICAGO'S  TRIAL  BY  FIRE. 

And,  musing  on  their  large  success, 
Planned  larger  wealth  to  gain  ; 

But  learn  so  soon,  how  sadly  true, 
That  human  hopes  are  vain. 


Men  of  all  stations  hurry  forth 

Rank  now  a  thing  unknown,, 
And  'scape,  if  so  the  flames  permit, 

The  fiery,  widening,  zone, 
Whose  devastating  sweep  doth  blot 

The  grandest  works  of  men  ; 
As  though  the  ancient  Sodom  scourge 

Had  rained  on  earth  again. 

Large  pity  for  the  desolate, 
And  reverence  for  God, 


CHICAGO'S  TRIAL  BY  FIRE.  81 

Are  lessons  of  this  ordeal 

As  spreads  the  news  abroad. 
Then  pour  your  wealth  and  comforts  in 

To  mend  the  losses  made, 
And  ask  the  Lord  to  bid  the  fire, 
"  Let,  here,  thy  waves  be  stayed." 

God's  judgments  are  inscrutable, 

But  wisely  all  designed  ; 
Or  fire,  or  flood,  or  pestilence, 

Or  devastating  wind. 
And  grand  the  city  shall  arise 

From  ruins  of  to-day ; 
And,  in  the  future  of  the  land, 

Hold  on  its  prosperous  way. 

Springfield,  October  9,  1871. 
6 


"THE    PAPER." 

T)E  it  the  ponderous  city  print, 

Depicting  urban  ways, 
With  columns  crowded  with  details 

Of  enterprise  and  frays  ; 
Or,  less  pretentious  and  disturbed, 

The  country  weekly  calm, 
Delighting  well  the  villagers 

With  sentences  like  balm  ; 

It  hath  important  mission,  fraught 
With  all  that  blesses  earth, 

And  often  maps  the  surest  road 
To  usefulness  and  worth. 


"THE  PAPER."  83 

It  hath  the  ward  of  interests 

High,  ever-during,  great ; 
Minute  as  little  hamlets  are, 

And  wide  as  is  the  state. 

The  writer  at  his  paragraphs, 

The  printer  working  by  ; 
I  pray  their  health  and  happiness 

May  never  come  to  "  pi  ; " 
And  that  the  sheet  they  print  may  live 

For  many  years  to  come, 
Prepaid,  respected,  and  the  light 

Of  rail-car,  'Change  and  home. 


BE   CHEERFUL   EVER. 

T  T  seems  to  me  we  might  better  our  lot, 

And  lessen  our  ills  by  a  half, 
By  thinking  them  simply  the  sort  of  jokes 

To  entertain  with  a  laugh. 
When  Benjamin  Beau,  so  rich  and  polite. 

Weds  the  girl  whose  hand  you  had  sought, 
Then  seek  for  another  and  better  than  she, 

For  still  there  are  better  uncaught. 

When  Jones  of  your  village  is  chosen  to  Court, 

And  you  remain  out  in  the  cold, 
Then  laugh  and  be  glad  to  think  you've  escaped 

The  bickerings  they  have  in  the  fold. 


BE    CHEERFUL    EVER.  85 

If,  on  fashionable  streets,  the  bon  ton 

Salute  you  with  "never  a  nod," 
Be  happy  at  heart,  a  nobleman  still, 

Though  doomed  like  a  plebeian  to  plod. 

When  Fate  rules  adverse  in  everything, 

Demolishing  every  plan  ; 
To  laugh  is  difficult,  then,  I'll  admit, 

But  glorious  to  laugh,  if  you  can. 
Toil  on  contentedly,  then,  in  your  sphere, 

With  sighing  and  scolding  have  done, 
For  troubles  are  still  productive  of  good, 

Albeit  as  curses  they're  known. 


IN  ALL  LABOR  THERE  IS  PROFIT. 

'T^HERE'S  not  a  toiler  on  the  earth 

But  gains  a  good  reward, 
The  recognition  of  his  worth, 
In  blessings  from  the  Lord. 

And  only  they  whose  idle  hands 

Disdain  the  honest  toil, 
In  harvest  sigh  of  barren  lands, 

And  lack  for  corn  and  oil. 

No  matter  what  the  work  may  be, 

If  it  be  honest  work ; 
To  plow  the  land,  or  plow  the  sea, 

Or.  Christianize  the  Turk. 


IN   ALL    LABOR  THERE    IS   PROFIT. 

But  work  with  all  thy  might  the  day, 
And  work  with  trusting  heart ; 

Cast  useless  doubts  and  fears  away, 
And  act  a  manly  part; 

For  comes  there  still  a  blessed  time 
When  those  who  do  and  dare, 

Shall  gain  the  bright  and  better  clime; 
And  there's  no  toiling  there. 

And  not  beyond  this  world  alone 

Accrue  the  joys  to  pay, 
For  burdens  borne  and  labors  done, 

In  this,  our  working  day. 

But  here  we  have  abundant  good, 
And  choicest  blessings  given, 


88        IN  ALL  LABOR  THERE  IS  PROFIT. 

Of  earthly  peace  a  plenitude, 
To  indicate  our  heaven. 

Art  thou  of  high  or  plebeian  birth, 
Still  sure  is  thy  reward, 

If  thou  hast  labored  on  the  earth 
And  trusted  in  the  Lord. 

The  poor  distinctions  made  by  men 

Are  unessential  there; 
Our  work  and  worth  avail  us  then, 

And  not  the  names  we  bear. 


AN   ACKNOWLEDGMENT. 

A   CCEPT,  selectest  man  I  know, 

£\ 

Who  met  my  sadder  years, 

And  all  unmindful  of  thy  griefs, 

Was  mindful  of  my  tears  ; 
Whose  kindness,  when  but  few  were  kind, 

And  noble  gentleness, 
Came  so  refreshingly  to  me, 

And  royally  did  bless ; 

Accept  the  gratitude,  too  small, 

My  heart  would  offer  thee, 
For  thine  example  and  thine  aid 

So  freely  granted  me ; 


9O  AN    ACKNOWLEDGMENT. 

The  heartiest  words  and  kindest  deeds 

Wisely,  but  freely,  given, 
Imparting  to  my  bitterest  hours 

A  foretaste  of  my  heaven. 

Once  scorned  by  those  whom  I  had  blest, 

And  doubted  for  my  trust, 
My  pleasant  plans  were  broken  all ; 

My  hopes  were  in  the  dust. 
Then  thou  didst  cheer  me — blessed  hour! 

And  sacred  be  the  spot, 
Till  earth's  ignoble  men  are  both 

Forgiven  and  forgot. 


"SHE  PLACED  THE  BITTER  SWEET." 

"*O  girlhood's  home  returning, 
She  placed  the  bitter  sweet 
Within  the  grand  old  mansion, 
Where  sunbeams  shadows  meet; 

And  modest  said,  "Henceforward 

Be  kindness  all  my  theme; 
With  constant  hand  dispensing, 

The  moments  to  redeem ; 

And  teach,  if  I  have  suffered, 
I  would  the  world  be  blest ; 

And  pray,  if  I  have  struggled, 
The  weary  have  good  rest;" 


92  "SHE    PLACED    THE    BITTER    SWEET. 

Then  thanked  the  Heavenly  Father 
Who  kept  her  name  so  sweet, 

That,  through  the  bitter  trials, 
Her  ways  were  all  discreet. 

The  silver  tresses  mingling 
Her  raven  locks  among 

Mean  more  than  years,  they  index 
Her  heart's  own  sorrows  wrung; 

Of  which  most  like  she  tells  not, 

So  reticent  of  grief; 
As  most  like  she  hath  suffered 

Too  deeply  for  belief. 

Beyond  that  first  revealing 
She  speaks  not  of  her  lot; 


"  SHE    PLACED    THE    BITTER    SWEET.  93 

Praying  her  many  sorrows 
By  earth  be  all  forgot. 

To  girlhood's  home  returning 

She  placed  the  bitter  sweet, 
Within  the  grand  old  mansion, 

Where  sunbeams  shadows  meet! 

This  home  by  Hope  be  guarded; 

More  sweet  than  bitter  there; 
There  pleasant  sunshine  linger, 

Dispelling  clouds  of  care. 


WILLIAMSBURG. 

A  TTEMPT  the  scene  at  Williamsburg, 

And  paint  that  fearful  day 
When  friends,  and  families  and  towns 

Were  sudden  swept  away. 
The  eve  before  a  peaceful  sun 
Smiled  on  the  valley  green  ; 
And  happy  sang  Mill  River,  then, 
Meandering  through  the  scene  ! 

In  mansion,  and  in  cottage,  peace  ; 

At  rest  each  busy  mill  ; 
All  deemed  they  had  good  lease  of  life, 

And  pleasant  seasons,  still. 
And  all  was  peace  at  break  of  morn ; 

Men  waked  from  happy  dreams, 


WILLIAMSBURG.  95 

To  hear  the  music  of  the  birds, 
And  warbling  of  the  streams  ! 

Yon  slight  pent  mountain  lake  'gan  burst, 

To  plunge  the  valley  down  ! 
A  horseman  rides  in  haste,  to  warn 

The  nearest  'dangered  town  ! 
Then  Hillman  brave  takes  up  the  cry, 

And  bravest  Myron  Day, 
"  Ye  people  of  the  valley  homes  ! 

The  flood  !  Quick  !  Haste  away  !  " 

Swift  came  the  floods  and  blotted  out 

A  hundred  homes  and  more  ; 
And  had  not  those  swift  couriers  rode, 

There  were  a  hundred  score. 
But,  heeding  their  prompt  warnings  given, 

To  hillsides  haste  the  throng ; 


96  WILLIAMSBURG. 

Yet  many  stay  to  be  engulfed 
As  sweeps  the  tide  along ! 

The  strong-built  mills  in  atoms  fall ! 

And  on  the  swollen  tide, 
Large  forest  trees,  houses  and  rocks 

In  mixed  destruction  ride. 
And  roars  the  torrent  down  the  vale 

To  do  still  further  death ; 
And  sweep  still  other  towns  away 

With  its  devouring  breath. 

In  one  brief  hour  the  work  is  done  ! 

And  then  the  saddest  scene 
That  after  wars,  or  wasting  fires, 

On  earth  hath  ever  been. 
One  wide  destruction  meets  the  eye  ; 

On  every  hand  the  dead ; 


WILLIAMSBURG.  97 

Strong,  sun-browned  men  weep  like  the  child, 
And  tremble  with  sore  dread ! 

No  time  for  words,  no  time  for  grief, 

No  time  for  funeral  train ; 
But,  mid  the  wrecks  and  debris  piles, 

All  searching  for  the  slain  ; 
And  all  too  sad  to  question  why 

Was  this  destruction  made, 
And  ask  on  whom  shall  be  the  blame 

Of  this  great  ruin  laid. 

Mill  River  Valley  desolate, 

Its  fields  and  homes  laid  waste, 
Bears  witness  loud  against  the  men 

Who  built  their  walls  in  haste. 
As  sad  we  gaze  on  Williamsburg, 

And  mourn  the  lack  of  skill, 


98  WILLIAMSBURG. 

That  cost  so  many  precious  lives 
And  busy  store  and  mill ; 

We'll  vow  eternal  hate  for  fraud, 

And  eschew  lies  and  shams; 
Be  honest  in  our  daily  lives, 

Nor  order  fragile  dams. 
And  if  it  be  this  sacrifice 

Shall  make  the  people  wise, 
To  tone  our  weeping  there  might  well 

Some  gratitude  arise ! 

God  bless  the  men  who  rode  to  tell 

The  coming  of  the  flood  ; 
And  grant  these  heroes  for  their  deeds 

Abundant  days  and  good. 
May  pleasant  stars  beam  bright  to  bless 

Whose  hands  kind  dressed  the  dead, 


WILLIAMSBURG. 

And  freely  for  the  rescued  ones 
A  prompt  abundance  spread. 

Brave  pastor*  of  the  stricken  church, 

Serene  'mid  peril's  shock ; 
Industrious  searching  through  the  plain 

For  loved  ones  of  thy  flock ; 
Good  teacher  of  the  Sunday  class, 

Who  beamed  with  grandest  joy 
To  welcome  from  the  waves  alive 

The  much-loved  manly  boy  ! 

And  faithful  lover,  who,  that  morn, 
Left  home  in  mountain  street, 

To  seek  a  valley  cottage  trim 
And  his  good  sweetheart  greet ; 

*Rev.  J.  F.  Gleason. 


1OO  WILLIAMSBURG. 

Met  news  that  Leeds  was  swept  away, 

His  dearest  treasure  gone, 
But,  choking  quick  his  mighty  grief, 

Walked  calm  and  rapid  on ; 

Then  eager  searched  for  her  remains, 

Wept  tears  when  she  was  found, 
And  silent  stood  to  see  her  form 

Laid  in  the  burial  ground ; 
And  fenced  the  cottage  site,  to  keep, 

That  none  might  ruthless  tread, 
Where  dawned  his  hopes,  and  where,  at  last, 

His  pleasant  hopes  were  dead  ! 

And  aged  man,  who  mourned  the  loss 

Of  silvered  partner  dear, 
But  mingled  truest  bravery 

With  every  falling  tear ; 


WILLIAMSBURG.  IOI 

And  all  who  ready  did  their  best 

To  mitigate  the  grief 
Of  mourning  hearts,  and  build  therein 

Again,  a  bright  belief 

That  God  would  overrule  in  love 

This  vast  calamity, 
And  make  those  direst  ills  we  know 

Perpetual  good  to  be — 
'Tis  ye  I  reckon,  and  your  like, 

Deserving  hearty  praise ; 
As  bravest  victors  for  the  flag, 

Deserve  the  nation's  bays. 


"FENCE  UP  THE  WAY." 

~D  IGHT  careful  with  his  roadsters, 

A  traveler*  down  the  way, 
Was  driving  through  the  valley, 
At  close  of  wintry  day; 

When  on  the  high  bridge  passing 
It  parted,  thundering  down,;     » 

Our  traveler  is  sore  wounded, 
The  waves  the.  roadsters  drown ! 

Far  in  the  night  discovered, 
The  men  who  'roused  him  sayj 

*Mr.  Edward  Moseley,  Westfield,  Mass. 


"FENCE     UP    THE     WAY."  IO3 

Thus  spoke  his  care  for  others, 
"  Fence  up  the  dangerous  way ! " 

And,  this  precaution  taken, 

They  bear  him  to  an  inn, 
Where,  with  his  dawning  reason, 

His  questionings  begin 

About  the  steeds  that  pleased  him, 

And  quick  his  voice  would  tell, 
Arid  swift,  and  strong,  but  gently, 

Would  course  the  plain  so  well. 

Informed  his  pets  were  buried, 

His  tender  heart  burst  .forth, 
**  But  they  were  my  good  darlings, 

And  more  than  gold  their  worth!" 


IO4  "FENCE    UP    THE    WAY. 

And  through  the  clays  succeeding 
Friends  watched  his  coming  health, 

And  mourned  the  bridge  that  wrecked  him 
And  spoiled  his  choicest  wealth. 

Heaven  grant  we  heed  the  warning, 
Our  friends  from  wrong  to  stay; 

That  they  be  not  sore  tempted, 
Fence  up  each  dangerous  way. 

And  may  all  towns  remember 

.  To  make  their  bridges  strong, 
That  there  be  no  more  perils 
Like  this  we  build  in  song. 


A  WORD  OF  CHEER. 


TO   A   LADY,    ON   HER    SEVENTY-SIXTH   BIRTHDAY  ANNIVERSARY, 

f~**  OOD  woman,  wise,  that  thou  hast  lived 

To  cheer  thy  friends  so  long, 
Deserves  full  grander  verse  than  this 
Brief  offering  of  song. 


Thy  days  be  pleasant  till  they  close, 
And  when  thy  sun  fades  west, 

Thine  be  an  entrance  through  the  gates, 
To  meet  the  good  and  blest! 


THEY  MEET  AGAIN. 

(SCENE  IN  BERKSHIRE  COUNTY,  MASS.) 
<  T  'LL  greet  my  old-time  lover; 
Come,  brother,  drive  away, 
I'll  greet  my  old-time  lover, 
On  this  delightful  day ! 

"His  home  is  'mong  these  landscapes 
Where  we  the  season  keep; 

I  know  he'll  greet  me  kindly, 
But  will  we  joy  or  weep  ? 

"  Though  sad  and  though  imwedded, 

I'll  be  quite  blithe  to-day, 
And  greet  my  old-time  lover; 

Come,  brother,  drive  away ! 


THEY    MEET    AGAIN.  1 07 

"  Ours  be  a  pleasant  meeting  ; 

Our  words  be  true  and  plain ; 
And  I'll  be  wise  and  chary 

To  give  his  wife  no  pain." 

The  roadsters  knew  their  errand 

And  grandly  sped  along, 
As  sweep  the  waves  of  music 

In  a  majestic  song. 

And  at  her  brother's  asking 

He  neared  the  carriage  side, 
To  greet  his  old-time  sweetheart 

Who  had  not  been  a  bride. 

With  earnest  words  and  wishes 
That  were  not  spoken  loud, 


IO8  THEY    MEET    AGAIN. 

And  eyes  a  little  tearful, 
And  spirits  far  from  proud ! 

They  asked  each  other's  welfare, 
And  of  old  scenes  and  new ; 

And  spoke  of  friends  still  living, 
And  some  beneath  the  yew ; 

Then  bade  adieu  so  bravely 
It  was  a  scene  to  paint, 

Unmarred  by  foolish  sighing 
Or  plaint  to  match  a  plaint ! 

They  wished  each  other  blessing 
Through  all  the  coming  days ; 

And  I,  who  sing,  bespeak  them 
Abundant  cause  for  praise ! 


"NAY,  'TIS  NOT  THUS." 

A     FRIEND,  well  wed,  and  happy  now 
As  when  he  took  a  husband's  vow, 
Gives  noble  sanction  to  my  verse, 
In  asking  that  my  pen  rehearse 
A  message,  daily  growing  dear, 
Of  olden  love,  and  faith,  and  fear. 
Would  all  who  love  were  wise  as  he 
Who  speaks  these  tender  thoughts  to  me, 
And  true  mate  won  with  him  to  dwell 
By  grandly  saying,  thus,  farewell ! 
"  Good-bye  dear  girl ;  a  kind  good-bye ; 
I  can  not  tell  the  reason  why 
Thou  canst  refuse  to  bless  my  heart, 
And  hope  and  cheerfulness  impart. 


HO  "NAY,     TIS    NOT    THUS. 

Why  is  it  thus  ?  why  must  it  be  ? 
That  I  no  more  may  hope  for  thee. 
Nay,  'tis  not  thus;  God  rules  not  so; 
How  adverse  earth,  what  winds  do  blow, 
Still,  for  each  one,  He  rules  o'er  all, 
Who  sees  the  wounded  sparrow  fall. 
He  sends  as  often  joy  as  grief, 
And  for  each  woe  vouchsafes  relief; 
Designs,  and  brings,  each  dreaded  ill, 
With  sweetest  joy  our  cup  to  fill. 
In  this  dear,  trying,  school  of  love 
Dissent,  perchance,  is  meant  to  prove 
How  much  I  love  thee,  and  how  well; 
So  thou  thy  heart  may  wisely  tell. 
This  being  so,  no  more  good-bye ; 
Love  brings  me  faith  that  tells  me  why ; 
A  blessed,  high,  perennial  trust 
In  thee  as  true,  and  God  as  just." 


THE  BRIGHTER  DAYS. 

A   S,  when  the  stormy  day  is  o'er, 

The  sunset  sheds  its  golden  store ; 
And  as  appears  his  native  shore 
To  sailor  seeking  home  once  more ; 
To  soldier,  at  the  campaign's  close, 
The  long  wished  furlough  of  repose — 
So,  troubled  one,  shall  be  thy  bliss, 
For  brighter  days  shall  follow  this. 
So  be  thou  brave  and  never  faint; 
Propitious  gods  thy  prayers  and  plaint 
Shall  hear,  and  thee  shall  fully  bless ; 
To  serve  thee,  thy  worst  foes  impress; 
Thou  shalt  have  joy  instead  of  grief, 


112  THE    BRIGHTER    DAYS. 

No  shallow  happiness  nor  brief; 

Thy  nights  shall  glow  with  silver  gleams  ; 

Good  angels  visit  thee  in  dreams  ; 

Thy  morning  break  with  brightest  beams, 

Along  thy  path  sing  happy  streams. 

And  soon  successful  thou  shall  stand, 

Serene  on  Faith's  safe  table-land; 

On  thee  shall  heavenly  radiance  shine 

And  grand,  inspiring,  hopes  be  thine  ! 


IF  EVERY  ONE  OBSERVED." 


TO 


/^~^  OOD  friend,  if  every  one  observed 

The  mandate  to  be  kind  ; 
If  all  were  courteous  as  thyself, 

And  helpfully  inclined  ; 
How  bright  a  scene  this  earth  would  be, 

How  light  life's  burdens  prove; 
How  blithe  along  life's  rugged  road 

Would  pilgrims  singing  move  ! 

Sweet  resonance  of  sparkling  streams 
Would  bless  life's  desert  drear ; 

And  birds  would  sing,  and  flowers  and  fruit 
With  fragrance  fill  the  air ! 


114  "  IF    EVERY    ONE    OBSERVED." 

There  is  no  overestimate 

Of  kindness  to  our  kind, 
And  brightest  stars  will  bless  the  man 

To  courteous  ways  inclined ! 


"AND  NUMBERED  FORTY-SIX." 

READ  AT  THE   REUNION   OF  THE  46fH   MASSACHUSETTS. 

T3RAVE  comrades,  good,  assembled, 

To  talk  about  the  past, 
How  very  brief  the  decade 

Since  we  had  roll-call  last ! 
How  keen  our  recollection 

Of  those  September  days, 
When,  at  the  camp  near  Springfield, 

We  took  on  soldier  ways ! 

The  railroad  ride  to  Boston, 

And  sailing  down  the  bay, 
In  those  dear,  damp,  old  transports ! 

Five  storm-rocked  days  to  stay ! 


Il6  "AND    NUMBERED    FORTY-SIX." 

The  voyage  down  to  Morehead  ; 

The  several  Newbern  camps; 
And  all  the  dreary  drilling, 

And  all  the  Trent  road  tramps! 

The  picket  post  at  Newport; 

Our  fears  at  Plymouth,  when, 
The  rebels,  with  their  ship  built, 

Would  take  the  place  again, 
But  suffered  so  from  Foster, 

At  "little  Washington," 
They  trembled  with  great  terror, 

And  from  the  region  run! 

The  Kingston  fight,  and  Whitehall, 
The  "Gum  swamp"  march  and  fight, 


"AND    NUMBERED    FORTY-SIX. 

And  all  we  did  and  suffered 
In  battling  for  the  right, 

Against  the  southern  foemen, 
In  that  rebellious  land; 

Till  came  a  homeward  order 
For  our  militia  band! 

Although  we  were  militia, 

And  served  less  than  a  year, 
We  gave  the  Johnny  rebels, 

Abundant  cause  for  fear. 
And,  in  the  coming  future, 

No  shame  with  pride  will  mix, 
That  we  were  Lincoln's  soldiers, 

And  numbered  Forty-six! 

Now  gone  are  camps  and  marches, 
And  gone  the  battle's  noise  ; 


Il8  "AND    NUMBERED    FORTY-SIX." 

A  song  to  "caps"  and  "lieuties," 
The  chaplain  and  "the  boys;" 

To  our  respected  colonels, 
And  our  brave  major,  grand, 

And  eke  our  brave,  bright,  adjutant, 
And  all  who  bore  a  hand! 

To  Bryant  and  his  dozen, 

Who  held  a  thousand  back ! 
When  fierce  along  the  Neuse  road 

They  followed  on  our  track ! 
And  held  the  post  so  bravely, 

The  rebels  feared  brigades, 
And  hasted  from  that  presence 

When  came  the  evening  shades ! 

To  all  who  did  brave  battle, 
Or  died  in  camp  or  plain ! 


"AND    NUMBERED    FORTY-SIX." 

And  all  at  home  who,  bravely, 
Endured  bereavement's  pain! — 

The  nation  owes  its  honors, 
And  we  give  hearty  thanks;  - 

Then  cheer  our  dear  old  banner, 
And  then  be  breaking  ranks ! 

With  hope  the  nation  never 

See  such  another  strife  ; 
Such  drafts  upon  our  treasure, 

Such  sacrifice  of  life. 
But  should  the  rebel  Southrons 

Repeat  their  treacherous  tricks, 
The  boys  to  meet  and  thrash  'em 

Are  numbered  Forty-six! 


OUR    YANKEE    LAND. 

OD  bless  the  good  New  England  hills ! 

And  every  valley  there  ; 
God  bless  the  mountain  lakes  and  brooks, 

And  their  salubrious  air. 
And  choicest  blessings  rest  upon 

The  people  of    those  States  ; 
God  grant  them  pleasant  skies  above, 
With  plenty  at  their  gates. 

Prosperity  attend  their  toil, 

In  factory  and  field  ; 
And  may  their  skill  with  car  and  ship 

Abundant  profit  yield. 
May  pestilence  and  famine  spare 


OUR    YANKEE    LAND.  121 

This  most  delightful  spot ; 
And  distant  be  the  day  when  crime 
Its  history  shall  blot. 

Although  appeareth  sectional, 

To  sing  New  England's  praise, 
I  point  the  nation's  history, 

Through  dark  and  prosperous  days, 
For  proof    that  our  New  England  leads 

In  national  affairs, 
And,  with  ability  and  grit, 

The  nation's  burdens  bears. 

So,  then,  full  fearlessly,  with   joy, 

Whatever  banner  flaunt ; 
Do  rebel  Southrons  greet  with  scorn, 

Or  Britons  with  a  taunt ; 


122  OUR   YANKEE    LAND. 

We'll  sing  their  name,  whose  head  and  heart, 

And  never-faltering  hand, 
Have  well  upheld  the  stars  and  stripes — 

God  bless  our  Yankee  land ! 

Oh  could  I  be  forgiven,  did 

My  heart  not  turn  to  thee, 
With  gratitude  and  pride,  dear  land, 

For  all  thou  art  to  me ! 
Thine  atmosphere  and  scenery, 

Thy  present,  future,  past ; 
Thy  trials  first,  and  glory  now, 

To  last  while  time  shall  last  ? 

God  bless  the  land  where  I  was  born, 

And  played,  a  happy  child, 
Ere  yet  I  saw  a  Southern  swamp, 


OUR    YANKEE    LAND. 

Or  roamed  a  Western  wild  ; 
And  where,  within  a  cot  among 

Our  Massachusetts  hills, 
My  early  being  was  attuned 

By  cadence  of    the  rills. 

And,  in  the  future  of    my  life, 

Where'er  my  pathway  lies  ; 
Whatever  lot  is  meted  out, 

Or  kind,  or  cold  my  skies ; 
Still  evermore,  my  song,  at  home, 

Or  on  a  foreign  strand, 
Through  life,  and  at  the  honest  hour — 

God  bless  our  Yankee  land  ! 


THINE. 

TO    W.    F.    C. 

r  I  ^HINE  be  a  pride  in  that  grand  state, 

Where  ruled  thy  kindred  well  ; 
And  where  may  all  thy  kith  and  kin 
In  peace  and  safety  dwell. 


Thine  be  ambition  high  to  keep 

Select  thy  father's  name, 
Within  the  town  thy  father  built, 

And  where  he  built  his  fame; 

Wherein  mayst  thou  have  during  peace, 
Good  gains,  true  friends  and  home; 


THINE. 

And  where,  for  thee,  if  days  be  dark, 
Be  brighter  days  to  come. 

Thine  be  that  most  selectest  bliss 

Among  the  joys  of  earth, 
The  blessed  consciousness  they  have, 

Who  honor  toiling  worth, 

And  find  their  words  and  timely  deeds, 

From  darkness  and  duress, 
Have  cheered  and  led  deserving  men 

To  sunlight  and  success  ! 

Thine,  then,  shall  be  all  earthly  good  ; 

For  thee  will  constant  shine 
Protecting  stars,  till  death,  and  then 

May  heavenly  joys  be  thine! 


"AMONG  THE  LISBON   HILLS." 

TO   G.    H.    A. 

A /["Y    noble  friend,  whose  greeting  kind 

Transforms  the  town,  to  me, 
From  busy  Babel,  to  a  place 
Of  fountain,  flower,  and  tree ; 

From  me  bear  words  of  cheer  to  her 

Who  taught  thee  noble  ways, 
And  say  I  wish  thy  mother  have 

Serenest  sunset  days 

In  Lisbon  village,  'mong  the  hills, 
Where  erst  she  taught  her  boy 


"AMONG    THE    LISBON    HILLS."  I2/ 

In  deeds  of  gentleness  and  trust 
To  find  his  highest  joy ! 

And  say  I  pray  his  noble  ways 

Full  many  more  may  lead, 
Throughout  their  lives  to  bless  their  kind, 

By  helpful  word  and  deed. 

And  tell  to  her  my  hopes  to  greet, 

If  favoring  heaven  wills, 
The  mother  of  my  noble  friend, 

Among  the  Lisbon  hills. 


"CONCERNING  ONE  YOU  LOVE." 

TO    E.    A.    W. 

"X/'OU  ask  me,  friend,  for  stanzas 

Concerning  one  you  love; 
The  angel  of  your  dwelling, 
Companion  and  your  dove ; 

An  artist  of  rare  merit, 

But  versed  in  household  cares; 

A  woman  whose  kind  counsel 
Aids  all  your  own  affairs ; 

A  woman  in  whose  presence 
Your  heart  is  ever  strong, 


"CONCERNING   ONE    YOU    LOVE."  1 29 

And  one  you  well  might  reckon 
Above  the  grandest  song ! 

So,  then,  as  you  have  deemed  me 

Sufficient  for  the  task, 
I  speak  her  worth  in  numbers, 

As  you  were  kind  to  ask ; 

And  pray  her  skill  in  painting 

Bring  praise  and  good  reward, 
And  both  your  lives  be  guarded 

By  angels  of  the  Lord. 


"OF  THEE  AND  THINE." 


TO   M.    H.    L. 


'HPHE  thought  of  thee  and  thine  doth  cheer 

And  aids  that  I  the  nobler  be, 
And  that  thou  boldest  thine  so  dear, 
Enhances  thee  and  thine  to  me : 

Thy  mother,  sweeter  for  her  years ; 

A  sister  beaming  with  delight ; 
And  with  thee,  one  whom  love  endears, 

And  clustering  offspring  good  and  bright ! 

And  when  thou  tellest  me,  with  pride, 
How  nobly  toiled  thy  mother,  erst, 


"OF    THEE    AND    THINE."  13 

That  her's  with  her  might  all  abide ; 

And  foiled  with  widow's  hands  the  worst 

That  fortune  and  false  friends  could  do 
To  break  the  circle  of  her  home  ; 

I  glow  with  thee  that  she  was  true, 

And  wish  her  bright,  good  years  to  come  ! 


"NO    OTHER." 


f~^  OOD  maiden,  happy,  sweet  and  bright, 
To  home  a  constant,  dear,  delight; 
Like  roses  fragrant,  pure  and  white, 
Preserve  thyself. 

Do  thou  love  birds,  and  flowers,  and  song ; 
And  peaceful  be  thy  life,  and  long  ; 
And  be  he  manly,  true,  and  strong, 
Who  wins  thy  heart. 

No  other  wouldst  thou  think  to  bless ; 
No  other  worthy  thy  caress ; 
With  other,  marriage  worst  duress, 
And  constant  grief. 


"  FOR  THEE  A  SONG." 

T~\EAR  wife:     amid  the  work  that  comes 

My  absence  to  prolong, 
I  take  this  bright  and  sunny  hour 
To  rhyme  for  thee  a  song, 

And  thank  thee  for  thy  earnest  prayers, 

That  God  hath  answered  well, 
In  health,  and  hope,  and  many  joys, 

I  have  not  time  to  tell  ; 

In  friends  who  cheer  me  at  my  tasks, 

And  pray  that  God  will  bless, 
And  earnestly  and  constantly 

Desire  me  good  success ; 


134  "FOR  THEE  A  SONG." 

In  grit  to  work  and  to  endure, 

And  for  success  to  wait; 
Jn  faith  that  God  will  keep  me  safe 
»  From  every  cruel  fate  ; 

In  faith  that  God  is  always  thine, 
And  sends  his  angels  near, 

To  guard  and  guide  the  darling  one 
Who  holds  my  interests  dear. 


ON  CANTERBURY  GREEN. 

(To  MR.  AND  MRS.  J.  D.  BUTTS,  GOOD  PEOPLE  FROM  "  WESTMINSTER  HILL.") 

r~pHROUGHOUT  the  land,  from  east  to  west, 

No  more  inviting  scene, 
Along  the  streams,  and  on  the  plains, 

And  all  the  hills  between, 
Than  cheers  the  hearts  of  country  folk 

On   Canterbury  Green. 

Good  people  still  inhabit  there, 

And  thrift  and   peace  are  seen, 
As  when,  a  hundred  years  ago, 

The  pioneers,  I  ween, 
Broke  turf  on  old  Westminster  Hill 

And   Canterbury  Green. 


136  ON    CANTERBURY    GREEN. 

Westminster  neighbors  are  aware 
What  ancient  "  meetings  "  mean  ; 

And  still  there  are  two  sermons  given 
With  "  nooning  "  wedged  between  ! 

Within  the  church  that  yet  remains 
On  Canterbury  Green. 

In  spite  of  all,  there  lingers  still, 

And  ever  will  be  seen, 
A  shade  at  which  "  all  hands  "  grew  pale 

And  showed  their  foolish  spleen  ; 
Famed  Prudence  Crandall's  negro  school. 

On  Canterbury  Green. 

Far  back  in  eighteen  thirty-three, 
Town  meetings  fierce  were  seen 
Within  the  galleries  of  the  church 


ON    CANTERBURY    GREEN.  137 

I 

On  Canterbury  Green  ; 
Where  Judson's  men  by  \rote  declared 
Colored  instruction  mean  ! 

Although  the  school  was  broken  up, 
The  "cause "  good  progress  made, 

And  now  the  Canterbury  folk, 
Of  every  name  and  grade, 

Desire  their  parents'  foolish  ways 
From  memory  to   fade. 

While  on  the  banner  of  the  land 

The  stars  and  stripes  are  seen, 
May  Canterbury  folk  have  peace, 

And  keep  their  record  clean, 
And  everybody  speak  good  words 

Of  Canterbury  Green. 


TOO  MANY  HEARTS  ARE  SAD  TO-NIGHT. 

r  I  "OO  many  hearts  are  sad  to-night, 
I  may  not  dance  to  music  light. 
They're  sad  from  hunger  and  from  pain, 
And  sad  from  sin's  polluting  stain. 
Low  down  in  cellars,  up  the  stairs, 
Where  freely  pass  the  winter  airs  ; 
'Neath  wretched  shed,  and  in  the  street, 
Where  pelt  the  piercing  storms  of  sleet, 
Are  pallid  cheek,  and  sunken  eyes, 
And  forms  that  never  more  may  rise. 
I  may  not  dance  to  music  light, 
Too  many  hearts  are  sad  to-night. 
But  some  will  wake,  if  touched  aright, 


"TOO    MANY    HEARTS    ARE    SAD    TO-NIGHT.          139 

To  noble  purpose  and  brave  deed, 
And  grandly  with  their  duty  speed, 
Achieving  full,  complete  success, 
While  all  the  world,  admiring,  bless. 
All  this,  if,  now,  one  word,  aright, 
While  you  may  skip  to  music  light, 
I  speak  to  cheer  them  for  the  fight. 
Too  many  hearts  are  sad  to-night; 
I  may  not  dance  to  music  light. 


"OUR  NORTHERN  ROUTE." 

T  N  joyous  spring  or  winter  cold, 
And  in  th'e  autumn  sun, 

The  trains  upon  our  northern  route 
With  good  success  are  run. 

And,  bound  to  Methodistic  camp, 

Or  going  mountainward, 
On  picnics  bent,  or  politics, 

The  people  with  accord 

Declare  they  like  the  "  River  Road," 

Its  managers  and  men  ; 
And  when  they  wish  another  ride, 

They'll  try  that  route  again. 


BARNESVILLE. 


TO 

MR.  ELIJAH  S.  GREENE, 
MY  FATHER, 

IN  REMEMBRANCE  OF  HIS  SOLICITUDE  FOR  MY  WELFARE,  AND  IN 
ADMIRATION  OP  HIS  COURAGE  SHOWN  IN  A  LIFE 
LONG  STRUGGLE  WITH  ADVERSITY, 

I  Dedicate 
"BARNESVILLE." 

In  this  centennial  year  of  the  nation  which  his  ancestors  fought  in  the 
Revolutionary  army  to  establish,  and  to  the  salvation  of  which,  in 
its  latest  great  peril  of  the  southern  slaveholders'  rebel 
lion,  he  contributed  by  prayers,  unheard  by  men, 
but  heard  and  answered  of  heaven  in  the  tri 
umph  of  the  national  arms  against  the 
rebels,  and  by  his  counsel  to  Abra 
ham  Lincoln,  which  the  pres 
ident   copied   in    his    two 
most  important  state 
papers. 


ELNATHAN   BARNES. 

r  I  ^O  ancient  Barnesville  glad  revert, 

Bid  present  times  good-by  ; 
The  faces  and  the  scenes  of  Eld, 
Let  memory  bring  them  nigh: 

The  autumn  woods,  and  golden  maize, 
And  old  Thanksgiving  day  ! 

The  winter  wood-pile  at  the  door, 
And  drifts  that  choked  the  way  ! 

Strict  Sundays  at  the  hill-top  church ; 

Staid  deacons  in  their  pews ; 
The  preacher,  at  his  lofty  perch, 

Discoursing  gospel  news ! 


144  ELNATHAN    BARNES. 

Brown  school-house  near  the  beechen  grove  ; 

The  neighboring  lumber  mill ; 
The  home-made  hand-sled,  and  the  joys 

Of  coasting  down  the  hill ! 

The  old-time  worthies  of  the  place 

Let  us  in  numbers  tell ; 
Ascended  some,  and  other  some, 

Who  still  in  Barnesville  dwell. 

Elnathan  Barnes  of  Barnesville,  now, 

Is  very  old  and  gray  ; 
But  still  he  moves  about  the  town 

In  quite  a  lively  way. 

His  face  is  radiant  with  smiles, 
His  heart  is  warm  and  true ; 


ELNATHAN    BARNES.  145 

His  neighbors  all  respect  the  man, 
His  enemies  are  few. 

Though  humble,  Barnes  has  self-esteem, 

And  pride  of  family  ; 
And,  though  the  Barneses  erst  were  poor, 

They  have  great  history. 

Two  did  brave  deeds  on  Bunker  Hill, 

And  honorable  scars 
The  Barneses  have  acquired  in  all 

The  country's  later  wars. 

Elnathan  has  a  green  old  age, 

And  I  propose  this   rhyme,  , 

To  publish,  in  this  selfish  age, 

That,  in  the  good  old  time, 


146  ELNATHAN    BARNES. 

Lived  one  who  had  supply,  because 
He  shared  his  loaf  and  cup; 

And  rose  to  competence  and  fame 
By  lifting  others  up  ! 

The  town  was  a  mere  hamlet  once, 
A  neighborhood  of  farms ; 

No  noise  of  mill  or  railway  trains 
Disturbed  its  rural  charms  ! 

Elnathan,  even  with  the  rest, 
Kept  to  his  daily  rounds  ; 

An  unambitious  man,  content 
With  rural  tasks  and  bounds. 

But,  that  Elnathan  trouble  had, 
These  stanzas  must  declare  ; 


ELNATHAN    BARNES.  147 

And,  strange  to  say,  ii;  chiefly  rose 
About  his  proper  prayer. 

The  church  far  on  the  "  center "  hill 

Within  the  valley  place, 
The  school-house  prayer  at  "candle  light" 

The  only  means  of  grace. 

Elnathan  there  would  "  occupy," 

And  briefly  speak  and  pray, 
Addressing  prayers  to  heavenly  powers 

In  a  becoming  way. 

Although  discreet  his  words  and  deeds, 

His  neighbors,  jealous,  "vowed, 
Elnathan  will  be  humbled,  sure, 

For  he  is  growing  proud !  " 


148  ELNATHAN    BARNES. 

That  one  in  humble  circumstance 
Should  have  his  grammar  good  ! 

Was  inconsistency  which  they 
Had  never  understood ! 

But  soon  these  neighbors  were  sore  sick 
And  Barnes  came  kind  to  them, 

To  pour  a  cordial,  and  to  ask, 
If,  in  the  Savior's  name, 

He  might  petition  that  the  Lord 
Spare  them  from  threatened  death ; 

With  tears  they  begged,  in  their  behalf, 
His  supplicating  breath ! 

Elnathan's  prayer  at  last  prevailed ; 
His  neighbors  were  restored  ; 


ELNATHAN    BARNES.  149 

Elnathan  used  choice  language  still, 
When  he  addressed  the  Lord  ! 

When  Barnesville  had  no  rain  he  prayed, 

And  showers  came  gentle  down ; 
And  trees  with  fruit,  and  fields  with  flowers, 

The  Lord,  for  Barnes,  did  crown ! 

From  sin  he  prayed  his  friends  be  spared ; 

From  sin  they  all  were  kept ; 
He  prayed  that  grieving  ones  have  joy, 

And  they  no  longer  wept ! 

It  is  not  true  humility 

To  boast  one's  power  with  God, 
And  Barnes  evinced  no  eagerness 

To  trump  his  prayers  abroad. 


I5O  ELNATHAN    BARNES. 

Yet  Lincoln's  friends  heard  of  his  faith, 
And  asked  that  Barnes  should  pray 

That  Lincoln  be  the  winning  man 
Upon  election  day. 

And  Barnesville  folk  believe  his  prayers 
Helped  that  grand  struggle  through  ; 

And  further,  for  this  faithful  man, 
I  know  this  much  is  true, 

With  humble  mind,  and  vision  clear, 

Direct  and  brief  of  speech, 
Barnes  sent  great  Lincoln  message  plain, 

With  no  attempt  to  teach. 

And  Lincoln  used  Elnathan's  plans 
To  make  the  foemen  flee, 


ELNATHAN    BARNES.  15  I 

Uphold  the  honor  of  the  flag, 
And  set  the  bondmen  free. 

His  wife  is  tender  to  the  poor, 

And  happy  in  her  cares 
As  though  the  angels  made  her  calls 

And  she  breathed  Eden's  airs  ! 

She  came  from  higher  rank  than  Barnes, 

It  made  much  social  fuss  ; 
For  'tis  not  "  mode "  with  upper  ten 

That  girls  should  marry  thus. 

But  wed  she  would  the  homespun  man, 

And,  since  that  happy  day 
A  half  a  century*  of  bliss 

Rewards  his  gallant  way. 


152  ELNATHAN    BARNES. 

Barnes  does  not  care  for  politics ; 

Yet  once  was  candidate, 
And  led  all  tickets  in  the  field  ; 

When  Barnes's  friends,  elate, 

Gave  ample  banquet  to  his  name, 
And  Barnesville  brave  and  fair 

Petitioned  for  a  wifely  speech, 
Since  Mrs.  Barnes  was  there. 

She  promptly  rose  and  modest  said 
"  If  husband  once  begins, 

The  other  suitors  come  to  find 
Elnathan  always  wins  !  " 

Our  Barnes's  life  does  not  consist 
Alone  in  sentiment ; 


ELNATHAN    BARNES.  I 53 

To  think  kind  thoughts,  and  say  good  words, 
His  heart  is  not  content. 

When  votes  are  wanted  for  the  right, 

Or  money  for  the  poor, 
Or  struggling  ones  desire  to  find 

Themselves  an  open  door ; 

Wherever  pain  to  be  relieved, 

Or  sickness,  wanting  care, 
Or  flagrant  sin  to  be  rebuked, 

Elnathan  Barnes  is  there ! 

With  growth  of  Barnesville,  Barnes's  lands 

Were  sold  at  a  great  gain  ; 
Yet  with  this  pleasant  luck  our  Barnes 

Was  modest,  strong,  and  plain. 


154  ELNATHAN    BARNES. 

Two  governors  name  Barnes  their  friend, 
Six  statesmen  send  their  cards  ; 

And  frequently  a  merchant  prince 
Vouchsafes  his  kind  regards. 

These  special,  sincere,  favors  shown, 
I  deemed  some  secret  kept ; 

And  Barnes  replied  in  broken  tones, 
As  tears  of  joy  he  wept, 

"Who  lifts  and  cheers  his  fellow-man, 
His  lands  will  see  no  dearth  ; 

And  he  with  joy  shall  walk  among 
The  nobles  of  the  earth  !  " 

Half  of  the  Barnesville  people  are 
Elnathan's  relatives ; 


ELNATHAN    BARNES.  155 

One  drives  a  mammoth  lumber  mill, 
And  one  tough  physic  gives  ! 

Two  thrive  in  mercantile  concerns, 

One  for  the  railway  cares ; 
One  preaches  well,  and  one  is  versed 

In  custom  house  affairs. 

The  Barnesville  sheriff  is  a  Barnes, 

And  Barneses,  I  opine, 
Have  "  cherished  hopes,"  as  who  has  not, 

As  governor  to  shine! 


THE  SUNDAY  TEACHER. 

/"TpvHE  Barnesville  Sunday  teacher,  wise, 
Is  gone,  whose  face  for  years 

Glowed  at  recital  of  my  joys, 
And  saddened  at  my  tears ; 

Dear  Hiram  Barnes,  that  noble  man, 

Considerate  and  good  ! 
Whose  manly  ways  showed  well  that  he 

My  nature  understood  ! 

On  Sunday  noon,  the  preaching  done, 

And  benediction  said, 
The  class,  assembled  in  his  pew, 

The  "  word  "  together  read. 


THE    SUNDAY    TEACHER.  157 

And  wise  remarks  the  teacher  made, 

That  angel  of  my  youth  ; 
If  pointedly,  yet  tenderly, 

To  carry  home  the  truth ! 

And  fragrant  will  the  memory  be, 

Of.  that  devoted  friend, 
When  Barnesville  and  all  other  towns 

In  nothingness  shall  end ! 


JOHN   CARLTON. 

A     BRAVE  man  is  John  Carlton, 

Who  runs  the  night  express, 
And  one  the  brightest  angels 
Delight  to  guard  and  bless. 

And  noble  is  the  woman 

Who  shares  John   Carlton's  joys ; 
And  bore,  to  bless  his  brave  heart, 

Four  bright-eyed  girls  and  boys. 

It  was  by  gallant  action 

He  won  his  lady's  heart  ; 

Not  by  a  wealth  of  presents, 
Nor  by  the  courtier's  art. 


JOHN     CARLTON. 

He  was  a  homely  rustic, 
Of  twenty  years,  or  so, 

A  brakeman  on  the  night  train, 
A  score  of  years  ago. 

The  man  who  then  commanded 
Was  cowardly  and  vile ; 

And  used  his  place  and  cunning, 
The  sinless  to  beguile. 

And  with  some  sporting  fellows, 
By  praise  of  voice  and  curl, 

To  ride  upon  the  night  train, 

Had  lured  a  bright-eyed  girl. 

They  whispered  basest  insult, 

That  brought  a  blush  of  shame  : 


I6O  JOHN     CARLTON. 

John  Carlton  saw  her  peril, 

His  eyes  with  wrath  aflame ! 

And  as  they  neared  the  station, 
And  seized  to  lead  away, 

And  she,  in  wildest  terror, 
Began  to  weep  and  pray, 

John  Carlton's  quick  blows  felled  them, 

Conductor  and  his  crew, 
And  opening  the  car  door 

He  thrust  the  villains  through. 

The  passengers  applauded, 

And  they  who  owned  the  road, 

Assembled  at  headquarters, 
Official  praise  bestowed. 


JOHN     CARLTON.  l6l 

John  Carlton  was  appointed 

The  chief  man  of  the  train, 
With  orders,  if  it  need  be, 

To  act  as  brave  again. 

A  year  from  this  occurrence, 

John  Carlton  claimed  the  heart 

He  earned  by  gallant  action, 
Above  the  courtier's  art. 

Her  parents  gave  them  blessing, 
And  wished  them  golden  days, 

And  I  wish  all  would  copy 
John  Carlton's  noble  ways. 


THE   JOURNALIST. 

/~\F  all  the  news  quick  knowing, 

Our  journalistic  man, 
Occurrences  to  gather, 

Has  very  happy  plan. 

And  all  the  trains  incoming 

Bear  missives  filled  with  news 

Of  governors'  elections, 

And  renting  parish  pews  ; 

Discussions  of  the  State  assemblies 
Proceedings  of  the  courts, 

A  college  boy's  orations, 

And  his  aquatic  sports  ; 


THE    JOURNALIST.  163 

The  business  of  the  rail-roads, 

And  accidents  by  rail  ; 
The  sending  men  to  congress, 

And  sending  men  to  jail  ! 

The  latest  star  in  painting, 

And  newest  one  that  sings  ; 
The  robbing  on  the  highways, 

And  robbing  by  u  the  rings ;" 

The  floods  that  whelm  the  vallies, 

And  fires  that  scorch  the  earth; 
Good  augury  of  plenty, 

And  signs  of  coming  dearth  ; 

The  weddings  and  divorces, 

Each  large  and  little  strife, — 


164  THE    JOURNALIST. 

And  all  the  joys  and  sorrows 
Of  this  eventful  life  ! 

Of  all  the  news  quick  knowing, 
Our  journalistic  man, 

Occurrences  to  gather 

Has  very  happy  plan  ! 


THE   WICKED. 

*  •  VHE  simple  truth  compels  to  say 
Barnesville  has  wicked  men  ; 

We  pray  that  when  they  pass  from  earth 
Their  like  come  not  again  ! 

One  has  a  special  greed  for  claims 
And  steals  his  neighbors'  lands ; 

An  undertaker  joys  to  have 

Fresh  orders  on  his  hands  ! 

A  scrub  attorney  gloats  o'er  feuds 

That  aid  his  meager  fees  ! 
And  gossips  glib,  take  keen  delight 

To  fan  a  social  breeze  ! 


166  THE    WICKED. 

Still,  Barnesville  is  by  heaven  vouchsafed 

Prosperity  and  peace, — 
In  all  that  's  pleasant,  through  all  days, 

May  that  good  town  increase  ! 


SATIRES. 


THE   CRITICS. 

/"T~"VHE  wicked  wish  some  critics  have, 
And  knack,  and  greed  to  kill, 

May  pass  quite  readily  for  taste, 
And  evidence  of  skill ! 

But  were  there  none  to  write  a  rhyme, 

Or  paragraph  of  prose, 
How  critics  then  would  pass  their  time, 

Is  more  than  mortal  knows. 

They  might  ascend  the  upper  spheres 

And  criticise  the  stars, 
And  teach  good  manners  and  good  sense 

To  Jupiter  and  Mars  : 


I7O  THE     CRITICS. 

Then  clip  away  old  Saturn's  rings, 
And  set  him  bounds  to  run  ; 

Or  venture  near  the  solar  fires 
To  regulate  the  sun. 

And  should  these  critics  go  to  Heaven, 

Their  joy  would  be  to  tell 
How  saints  might  tune  their  harps  correct, 

And  sing  hosannas  well  ! 


THE   ALLOPATHS. 

T  WISH  that  all  the  allopaths 
Had  all  their  sins  forgiven, 

And  were  translated  from  the  earth 
To  highest  seats  in  Heaven  ! 

And  all  their  books  of  medicine, 
And  all  the  drugs  they  mix 

Were  ferried  far,  and  finally 
Beyond  the  river  Styx  ! 

The  pleasant  herbs  that  healthful  grow 

On  every  happy  hill, 
God  has  ordained  to  aid  the  sick, 

And  calomel  will  kill. 


172  THE   ALLOPATHS. 

May  light  be  given  with  coming  years, 
And  mild  "  botanies  "  rule  ; 

And  only  history  record, 

There  was  another  school  ! 


MY  LITANY. 

TT^ROM  mushroom  mayors  of  little  towns 

With  vanity  inflated, 
Whose  worth  by  citizens  and  self 

Is  vastly  overrated ; 

From  wordy  politicians,  bent 

On  making  a  sensation  ; 
From  chance-made  governors  of  states, 

Who  don't  deserve  the  station  ; 

From  officers  who  go  to  war 
To  dangle  swords  about  'em, 

And  eye  the  enemy  from  far, 
But  never  try  to  rout  'em ; 


MY     LITANY. 

From  men  imbued  with  sham  reforms, 
And  anxious  to  be  teachers  ; 

From  puppet  pulpiteers,  in  place 
Of  able  men  for  preachers  ; 

From  men  who  prove  supremely  small 
When    you  had  thought  them  royal  ; 

From  citizens  who  traitors  turn, 
When  they  're  expected  loyal — 

From  such  as  these,  good  Lord,  defend, 

And  graciously  deliver, 
And  send  us  manly  men  instead, 

And  we  will  praise  Thee  ever  ! 


THE   DEAD   DOUGHERTY. 

T    ET  Erin  weep  ;   my  Bridget's  dead  !  " 

Said  Dougherty,  one  day  ; 
"  Ye  Celtic  braves  bewail  her  all, 

And  Priest  O'Connor  pray. 
Then  round  the  corpse,  for  carnival, 

Assemble  with  your  wine, 
To  mark  her  exit  from  the  world 

With  drunkenness  divine  ! 

"  The  Yankee  Puritans  may  rate 

Such  obsequies  as  sin, 
But  Irishmen  have  special  right 

To  aid  their  grief  with  gin  ! 


THE    DEAD     DOUGHERTY. 

So  light  the  candles  for  the  dead 

And  drink  unto  her  joy, 
That  she  may  safely  pass  where  hell 

Can  never  more  annoy  ! 

"  Brave  is  the  way  the  Irish  die, 
And  grand  the  funeral  rite 

Where  sober  men  are  not  allowed, 
Nor  those  afraid  to  fight  ! 

Hit  hard  and  sharp  my  lively  lads, 
A  glorious  battle  make  ; 

Then  drink  again,  and  swear  and  fight- 
Such  is  the  Irish  wake  !  " 


THE   IMPERIAL. 

TMPERIAL  moves  the  lofty  John 
Along  the  village  street, 

His  head  in  pain  from  hitting  stars, 
While  boys  with  laughter  greet 

His  supercilious  presence  cold, 
And  manners  of  the  sky  ; 

The  common  folk  award  him  space, 
And  dogs  his  coming  fly  ! 

Proud  peacocks,  jealous  of  his  style, 
Have  much  discussed  a  plan 

To  rid  themselves,  and  rid  the  earth, 
Of  this  sublimest  man  ! 


178  THE    IMPERIAL. 

May  heavenly  powers  their  hatred  thwart, 

And  cool  their  mighty  ire, 
Spare  him  from  griefs  of  common  men, 

And  from  the  final  fire  ! 

Give  him  above  a  lofty  seat, 

And  caution  Gabriel  well 
To  quench  such  jealousy  as  plunged 

Prince  Lucifer  to  hell — 

Old  Lucifer,  who  fell  from  power 

At  less  offending  pride 
Than  that  by  which,  when  John  shall  rise, 

Good  Gabriel  will  be  tried  ! 


A  PLEASANT  GROUP. 


TO 

E.   L.  M.,  AND    HER   FRIENDS, 

THIS  VERSE,  ANENT  THAT 


"PLEASANT  GROUP" 


OF  EXCELLENT  LADIES, 

IS    RESPECTFULLY    DEDICATED. 


"  COME,    HAPPY   BIRD.  " 

/~~*OME,  happy  bird  of  sweetest  note, 
Bright  bird  of  blithest  wing, 

Of  one  who  close  resembles  thee, 
Thy  choicest  matin  sing. 

She  charms  her  home  as  thou  thy  bower 
With  liquid  warblings  sweet, 

And  marks  each  hour  with  sincere  words 
And  winsome  ways  discreet. 

Her  smiles  and  songs  as  free  as  air 

Are  decorous  and  coy  ; 
No  cloud  remains  to  those  she  cheers 

With  her  perennial  joy. 

Sing,  bird,  so  bravely  and  so  well, 
That  one  who  seeks  her  hand 


1 82  "COME,    HAPPY    BIRD." 

Shall  be  inspired  to  speak  and  act 
The  bravest  in  the  land  ! 

For  only  thus  shall  he  attain 

To  favor  in  her  eyes 
Who  but  withholds,  that  he  may  win, 

What  he  esteems  a  prize  ; 

While  hers  is  modest  estimate 
Of  worth   she  may  possess  ; 

As  thine,  sweet  warbler,  of  thy  songs 
His  listening  ears  that  bless. 

Come  happy  bird  of  sweetest  note 
Bright  bird  of  blithest  wing, 

Of  one  who  close  resembles  thee 
Thy  choicest  matin  sing. 


FOR   WORDS   SELECT. 

TVyTAIDEN  discreet,  I  give  thee  praise 
For  words  select  and  comely  ways, 
And  wish  thee  many  joyous  days, 
And  worthy  friends. 

May  Honor  win,  by  grand  address, 
The  blissful  good  of  thy  caress, 
And  True  Love  come,  thy  heart  to  bless, 
And  Hope  to  cheer. 

For  all  like  thee  discreetly  kind 
May  every  cloud  be  silver-lined  ; 
For  them  be  thornless  roses  twined, 
And  evergreen  ! 


THE   BRIGHT   AND   WISE. 

/~\   BLEST  with  innocence  and  health, 
And  wisdom  far  above  thy  years, 

Who  hast  not  felt  heart-rending  griefs 
Nor  wept  the  bitter,  scalding  tears,— 

Thou  prized  by  all  the  excellent, 

And  light  of  every  village  home 

Where  friendship  welcomes  thee  to  call 
Or  mercy  bids  thee  helpful  come, — 

Exquisite  maiden,  whose  bright  ways 

Are  pride  of  her  who  did  thee  bear, 

And  who  these  years,  with  widow's  hands 
Hath  nurtured  thee  with  fondest  care,- 


THE    BRIGHT    AND     WISE.  1 85 

Prize  thou  thyself,  thy  mother  prize, 

Thy  home  and  all  its  quiet  joys  ; 
And  keep  thee,  much  as  in  thee  lies, 

From  earth's  frivolity  and  noise. 

Cherish  the  gift  of  thy  good  sense, 

And  earnest  bravery  to  keep 
Thy  soul  from  all  that  causes  shame 

And  makes  the  watching  angels  weep  I 

For  thee  God  grant  the  kindest  skies, 
For  thee  sincerest  noblest  friends  ; 

For  thee  all  earth's  substantial  good, 

And  heaven,  when  earth's  ordeal  ends. 

For  him  whose  worth  deserves  thy  heart, 

And  whose  brave  ways  thy  heart  shall  win  ; 


1 86  THE     BRIGHT    AND     WISE. 

May  brightest  stars  benignant  beam, 
For  him  and  all  his  noble  kin. 

O  blest  with  innocence  and  health, 
And  wisdom  far  above  thy  years, 

Thy  heart  be  long  unknown  to  grief, 

And  long  thine  eyes  unknown  to  tears  ! 


"  SERENEST   STAR. " 

CERENEST  star  thy  radiance  shed 
For  one  of  highest  worth, 

A  lady  whose  grand  ways  speak  more 
Of  heaven  than  of  the  earth  ; 

And  earth  transform  to  be  so  like 
To  heaven,  that  it  seems 

To  be  not  earth,  but  Eden's  bowers, 
And  meads,  and  singing  streams ! 

She  is  unconscious  of  her  worth 

And  excellences  rare, 
Which  speak  her  of  the  royal  kin 

That  few  but  angels  share. 


1 88  "  SERENEST    STAR." 

While  fully  fitted  for  the  skies, 

She  is  content  to  wait 
And  work  to  bless  this  world  of  want, 

And  reach  her  heaven  late  ! 

Serenest  star,  thy  beams  find  not, 

In  any  clime  of  earth, 
More  pure  unselfishness  than  this, 

Nor  more  exalted  worth. 


"WHERE   FLOWERS   BLOOM." 

T>  RIGHT  maiden  of  the  noble  heart, 

Good  angels  thee  defend  ; 
High  joys  be  thine,  and  happy  Hope 

Inspiring  influence  lend. 

Where  flowers  bloom,  and  brooklets  sing, 
And  pleasant  sunbeams  come  ; 

Where  peace  shall  be,  and  plenty  dwell, 
I  wish  for  thee  a  home 

With  one  of  gentleness  and  grit, 
So  manly,  grand  and  strong, 

His  life  with  thine  shall  harmonize 
Like  blending  notes  of  song  ! 


I 
"THE   STARS    HAVE    HEARD." 

T?ULL  oft  the  stars  have  heard  thee  say 
Thou  thinkst  him  grand  and  true, 

Yet  never  hadst  thou  dared  to  hope 
That  he  would  love  thee  too. 

To  thee  unconscious  of  thy  charms, 

Unthinking  of  thy  worth, 
'Twas  wonder  that  for  him  thy  love 

Should  make  a  heaven  of  earth. 

Thou  winsome  one,  sincere  and  sweet, 
So  frank,  and  yet  so  coy, — 

If  strange  it  seems,  yet  'tis  not  strange 
Thy  love  should  give  him  joy  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


GRAND   OLD    GREENFIELD. 

'  I  VHIS  fine  old  shire  of  Franklin, 

This  Deerfield  valley  gem, 
This  home  of  grandest  people 

Has  one  thing  to  condemn, — 
The  witching  wine-cup  curses 

With  darkness  and  distress  ; 
But  honor's  pledges  honored 

Will  brighten  and  will  bless 
This  fine  old  shire  of  Franklin, 

This  Deerfield  valley  gem, 
Where  dwell  the  grandest  people — 

With  one  thing  to  condemn  ! 


ig4  GRAND     OLD    GREENFIELD. 

These  workers  for  the  people 

And  servants  of  the  Lord, 
To  labor  here  in  Franklin 

Good  welcome  we  accord — 
Welcome  to  grand  old  Greenfield, 

This  Dcerfield  valley  gem, 
Where  dwell  the  grandest  people 

With  one  thing  to  condemn  ! 
Where,  with  humane  endeavor, 

Wise,  earnest,  and  with  hope, 
Shall  be  no  more  remaining 

The  most  accursed  cup  ! 

Then,  in  their  noble  mission, 
These  servants  of  the  Lord, 

To  labor  here  in  Franklin, 

Full  welcome  we  accord — 


GRAND     OLD     GREENFIELD. 

To  raise  and  cheer  the  fallen 

And  point  the  way  aright 
From  bondage  into  freedom, 

From  darkness  to  the  light, 
Until  in  grand  old  Greenfield, 

This  Dcerfield  valley  gem, 
This  home  of  noblest  people 

There's  nothing  to  condemn  ! 


"  EARTH'S   BRIGHTEST   STAR.  " 

(RESPECTFULLY  INSCRIBED    TO    MR.  AND    MRS.  ALBERT    MONTAGUE  or  SUN- 

DERLAND.) 


X^OD  blesses  most  the  men  whose  hearts 

With  kind  emotions  burn  ; 
More  than  they  bless  their  fellow-men 

He  honors  them  in  turn. 

The  greatest  kindness  we  can  do, 
Of  which  there  needs  the  most, 

Is  living  so  heart-worried  ones 
Can  come  to  us  for  trust. 

'Tis  royal  to  believe  in  men  ; 
It  lifts  us  out  earth's  dust  ; 


"EARTHS     BRIGHTEST     STAR. 

The  man  we  trust  a  man  to  be 
We  make  the  man  we  trust  ! 

Faith  is  the  sun  succeeding  storm  ; 

Spring,  after  Winter's  blast  ; 
Heaven's  health  and  peace  when  plague 

And  pestilence  are  past  ; 

Sweet,  joy-inspiring  airs,  to  chase 
The  desert's  torrid  breath  ; 

Verdure  and  singing  birds,  in  place 
Of  barrenness  and  death. 

Faith  is  earth's  brightest  star  of  hope, 

Salvation  and  its  cause, 
The  dispensation  following 

The  prophets  and  the  laws — 


198  "  EARTH'S  BRIGHTEST   STAR.  " 

The  newer  and  the  better  way, 
Proclaimed  by  angel  song  ; 

The  dawn  at   night  whose  light  extends 
The  centuries  along  ! 

And,  doubtless,  in  the  upper  realm, 
Where  ransomed  people  be, 

Our  trust  on  earth  shall  shine,  an  orb 
To  light  eternity  ! 


A   SILVER   DAY. 

'  I  VHE  silver  bells  a  merry  peal 
Ring  forth,  with   joy,  to-night, 

The  anniversary  to  tell 

Of  that  occasion  bright, 

When,  twenty  years,  and  five,  ago, 
Were  wed  this  worthy  pair  ; 

To  walk  the  various  road  of  life, 
Or  bleak  their  skies,  or  fair. 

And,  kept  by  providential  care, 

They  reach  this  pleasant  scene, 

Where  friends  present  their  silver  gifts 
And  hang  the  evergreen  ! 


2OO  A    SILVER    DAY. 

Here  kindred  come,  to  keep  the  day  ; 

And  clustering  children,  here  ; 
And  thoughtful  neighbors,  with  good  deeds, 

And  sincere  words,  are  here  ! 

O  blessed  friendship,  noble,  grand, 

That  prompts  the  kindness  shown 

To  signalize  this  silver  day, 

And  bind  these  hearts  as  one ! 


"THE  BAY  STATE'S  FORTY-SECOND." 

"IT 7 HEN,  erst,  the  nation  was  besieged 

By  armed  rebellious  foemen, 
And  peace  had  fled,  and  skies  were  dark 

With  every  direful  omen  ; 
And  Lincoln,  from  the  capitol, 

For  aid  so  wishful  beckoned, 
Not  least  among  the  men  to  march 

The  Bay  state's  Forty-second  ! 

Now  that  the  din  of  war  is  done, 
And  glad  the  war  cloud  's  risen, 

They  come  with  thought  of  camp  and  field, 
And  of  the  rebel  prison  ! 


2O2       THE  BAY  STATES  FORTY-SECOND. 

They  gather  here  for  hearty  words, 
In  kindly  interest  spoken 

To  make  the  bands  of  friendship  strong 
That  never  may  be  broken  ! 


Should  Treason  arm  again  its  hosts, 

To  fill  the  land  with  trouble, 
Her  deepest  schemes  of  ill  would  prove 

An  evanescent  bubble  ; 
For  Burrill's  men  would  rally  all, 

And  march,  with  others  like  them, 
To  capture  quick  the  forts  and  guns 

And  ever  more  to  spike  them. 

And  wishing  you  much  earthly  joy, 
And  entrance  late  to  heaven, 


THE    BAY    STATES    FORTY-SECOND.  2O3 

I  speak  this  sincere  offering 

In  rythmic  numbers  given, 
By  one  xvho  deems  it  pleasant  fame 

That  he  is  welcome  reckoned, 
A  member  in  good  standing  with 

The  Bay  state's  Forty-second  ! 


BERKSHIRE    SCENES. 

TT7HEN  next  the  heated  term  returns, 
And  high  the  summer  solstice  burns, 
Our  hearts  shall  find  supreme  delight 
In  breezes  on  some  Berkshire  hight  ; 
And  neither  shall  our  visit  fail 
In  Housatonic's  pleasant  vale, 
Where  days  shall  peaceful  come  and  go 
As  star-strewn  streams  of  dreamland  flow. 
When  Lenox  and  its  lakes  are  done 
Our  coach  shall  drive  to  Barrington, 
The  home  of  cultured  men  of  note, 
The  fine  old  town  where  Bryant  wrote  ; 
Where  urban  folk  the  season  pass 
Amid  the  maples  and  the  grass  ; 


BERKSHIRE     SCENES.  20$ 

Where  finely  alternated  scene, 
Of  furrowed  field  and  meadows  green  ; 
Where  mountains  grand,  and  valleys  fair, 
And  broad  estates,  preserved  with  care  ; 
Where  bright  cascades  and  healthful  springs 
Make  fit  resort  for  noblest  kings. 


A  GOLDEN   DAY. 

• 

IV /TOST  joyous  day  when  kindred,  good, 

And  old  acquaintance  dear, 
Assemble  with  fit  tokens,  kind, 

And  words  of  hearty  cheer, 

To  greet  and  bless  the  aged  pair 

Who  fifty  years  ago, 
Took  vows  to  share  each  other's  lot, 

Or  be  it  joy  or  woe. 

Ye  silvered  ones,  as  yc  review 

These  fifty  toilsome   years, 
How  brief  appear  their  flitting  scenes 

Of  varied  joys  and  tears  ! 


A     GOLDEN    DAY.  2O/ 

And  yet,  with  grandest  meaning  fraught, 

Was  golden  every  day, 
With  rest  for  all  the  toil,  and  sun 

To  drive  each  cloud  away. 

And,  grateful  that  good  Providence 

Hath  kept   you  hitherto, 
We  pray  the  angels  guard   your  steps 

The  earthly  journey  through. 


NOTE. 

IT  has  been  supposed  by  many  that  the  "  Smithville  Worthies " 
described  in  "  Rhymes  of  Yankee  Land "  were  painted  principally 
from  residents  of  a  village  in  the  extreme  western  border  of  Hamp- 
den  County,  Massachusetts.  But  such  is  not  the  fact;  though  the 
originals  of  the  "sinners"  described  lived  there.  The  "brainless, 
brassy  brag  "  pictured  means  a  former  merchant  of  the  village,  and 
a  rich,  tyrannical  and  self-righteous  citizen  of  the  place  "  sat "  for 
the  portrait  of  "  Abijah  Beers,"  a  combination  of  cruelty  and  mean 
ness,  above  whose  grave  "  thistles  thrive."  "  Crispin  Crane,"  whose 
ready  wit  earned  him  an  election  to  the  legislature,  doubtless  repre 
sents  an  old  gentleman  in  a  neighboring  Berkshire  town  locally 
noted  for  his  terse,  bright  sayings.  The  much-esteemed  late  George 
B.  Morris,  of  Springfield,  for  years  clerk  of  the  courts  for  Hamp- 
den  county,  furnished  the  features  in  the  picture  of  "  the  long  tried 
county  clerk,"  a  central  figure  of  the  court  group  introduced  in  the 
narration  of  Crane's  experience  as  juror;  and  the  magistrate,  "po 
lite  and  -prompt,"  presiding  at  that  term,  resembled  Judge  J.  P.  Put- 


2IO  NOTE. 

nam  of  the  Massachusetts  Superior  Court.  "The  Yankee  West 
ward"  meant  and  means  a  worthy  citizen  and  enterprising  and  suc 
cessful  business  man,  well  known  at  the  West,  Hon.  Francis  E. 
Warren,  of  Cheyenne,  a  native  of  Ilinsdale,  in  the  same  mountainous 
section  of  Massachusetts  that  produced  Henry  L.  Uawes,  Edwin  D. 
Morgan,  Gen.  James  C.  Rice,  William  Cullen  Bryant,  and  other 
great  and  successful  Americans.  "  A  tribute "  is  paid  to  an  elderly 
lady  of  Springfield,  recently  deceased,  and  whose  life  was  a  pattern 
cf  wisdom  and  godliness ;  and  a  grateful  "  acknowledgment  "  is 
made  to  a  distinguished  gentleman  formerly  of  Springfield,  for 
timely  and  wise  words  of  counsel  and  encouragement. 

In  writing  the  poems  added  in  the  present  edition,  the  author 
doubtless  had  in  mind  still  other  persons  and  places  in  Western 
Massachusetts.  Some  of  the  touching  scenes  of  the  Mill  River 
flood  have  brief  mention  in  the  poem,  "  Williamsburg,"  and  "  Fence 
up  the  Way,"  was  suggested  by  the  self  forgetfulness  and  noble  care 
for  others  manifested  by  Mr.  Edward  Moseley,  of  Westfield,  when 
found  severely  injured  in  the  ruins  of  a  fallen  bridge  at  Hatfield,  in 
March,  1874.  The  mother  of  this  unselfish  man  is  the  lady  to 
whom  the  word  of  cheer  was  addressed  on  her  seventy-sixth  birth 
day  anniversary.  A  returned  Berkshire  captain  is  the  "  old-time 
lover  "  eulogized  for  his  manliness. 

Silence  is  appropriate  in  reference  to  the  name  and  the  residence 


NOTE.  2 1 1 

of  the  noble  woman  who,  after  great  trials,  returned  to  the  "  grand 
old  mansion "  of  her  youth,  "  placed  the  bitter  sweet "  as  emblem 
of  her  sufferings  and  the  good  she  proposed  to  do  for  others,  and 
"  reticent  of  grief,"  made  no  mention  of  her  troubles  "  beyond  a  first 
revealing."  The  original  of  the  picture  might  have  been  a  woman  of 
talent  and  excellence,  toiling  in  a  paper  mill  at  Holyoke  to  earn 
support  denied  by  a  gambling  husband;  or  an  elderly  lady  driven 
by  an  unfilial  son  and  his  wife  from  a  much-loved  and  well-earned 
home  at  Suffield,  Conn. ;  or  a  brave,  good  woman  returning  to  her 
girlhood's  home  in  Hampshire  county  from  a  search  for  a  long-absent 
husband,  to  whose  house,  at  the  South,  she  was  refused  admittance 
by  a  new  wife  of  her  own  faithless  lord  !  But  let  the  name  and  the 
home  of  life  real  heroine  of  the  poem  be  unpronounced  in  an  in 
quisitive  and  inconsiderate  world  ! 

The  poem  "And  Numbered  Forty-Six,"  was  read  at  the  first  re 
union  of  the  Forty-Sixth  Massachusetts,  a  regiment  that  served  with 
credit  in  defense  of  the  nation  against  the  "  rebel  southrons."  Of 
this  battalion,  William  S.  Shurtleff,  of  Springfield,  Mass.,  and  L.  B. 
Walkley,  of  Westfield,  were  the  colonels  ;  Samuel  B.  Spooner,  of 
Springfield,  was  major,  and  James  G.  Smith,  of  Holyoke,  adjutant. 
The  brave  man  who,  with  a  dozen  comrades,  "held  a  thousand  back," 
is  Mr.  A.  S.  Bryant  of  Springfield  and  the  Boston  and  Albany  Rail 
road,  who  was  a  member  of  Company  A  with  the  rank  of  sergeant, 


2 1 2  NOTE. 

and  at  the  time  mentioned  was  detailed  on  picket  on  the  Neuse 
Road,  at  a  bridge  one  mile  out  from  the  outpost  at  "  Batcheller's 
Creek,  N.  C."  At  Batcheller's  the  Company  were  stationed,  Captain 
Lewis  A.  Tifft  commanding.  The  rebels  on  their  march,  by  that  route, 
to  recapture  Newbern,  came,  one  afternoon,  upon  Bryant,  with  ten 
times  his  numbers.  He  bravely  repelled  their  fierce  attack  and  held 
the  bridge.  Company  A  subsequently  came  up  ;  and  the  whole  band, 
numbering  not  over  fifty,  remained  all  night  on  their  arms.  The  enemy 
supposed  that  behind  this  handful  of  soldiers  was  massed  the  whole 
Union  army,  and  at  night  retreated  and  relinquished  their  attempt  to 
take  the  city.  In  recognition  of  his  bravery  at  the  bridge,  a  medal  of 
honor  was  awarded  by  "  The  Congress  to  Sergeant  A.  S.  Bryant." 

The  noble  traits  of  an  upright  and  chivalrous  man,  naflve  of  New 
Hampshire,  and  blessed  with  a  happy  home  in  New  Jersey,  are  traced 
to  the  wise  teachings  and  healthful  example  of  his  mother,  who  resides 
in  a  oharming  village  "Among  the  Lisbon  Hills."  "  Thee  and  Thine  " 
speaks  of  the  sweetness  and  worth  of  a  lady,  now  silvered  with  age, 
whose  heroisms  in  earning  "  with  widow's  hands "  a  support  for  a 
large  family  of  children  are  worthy  the  highest  praise.  The  excellen 
cies  of  "  Elnathan  Barnes "  remind  the  reader  of  a  quiet,  thinking, 
prayerful  man,  native  of  Brookfield  and  resident  in  Berkshire,  whose 
wise,  laconic  sayings  will  ever  be  fragrant  in  the  memory  of  his  kind 
red.  But  in  making  up  an  ideal,  authors  frequently  avail  themselves 
of  the  features  of  several  originals ;  and  in  allusion  to  the  political 


NOTE.  213 

experience  of  "  Elnathan  Barnes,"  the  writer  had  reference,  no  doubt, 
to  that  memorable  contest  of  several  years  ago,  in  the  "  Second  Frank 
lin  District," — more  exciting  than  any  presidential  campaign, — which 
culminated  in  defeating  a  demagogue  and  electing  to  the  legislature 
that  public  spirited  citizen  and  respected  magistrate,  Mr.  Albert 
Montague.  The  demonstration  in  celebrating  this  success  at  the 
Sunderland  town  hall  was  attended  by  a  multitude,  and  was  as  joyous 
an  occasion  as  was  ever  witnessed  in  that  fine  old  town,  or  in  the 
whole  Massachusetts  section  of  the  valley,  from  Longmeadow,  with 
its  famous  May  breakfasts,  to  Bernardston,  where  Nahum  S.  Cutler, 
and  his  like,  do  so  much  to  make  old  "  Fall  town  "  the  charming  place 
it  is — in  this  most  delightful  section  of  New  England,  filled  with  nooks 
of  historic  and  romantic  interest,  and  threaded  by  that  well-managed 
"northern  route,"  the  Connecticut  River  railroad,  whose  every  mile 
is  marked  by  some  celebration,  and  whose  every  train  has  borne  tens 
of  thousands  of  people  to  and  from  memorable  occasions. 

An  editor  who  once  worked  in  Springfield,  is  anxious  not  to  have  it 
said  that  he  sat  for  the  portrait  of  "  that  lofty  John."  whose  head  is 
"  in  pain  from  hitting  stars."  Another  person  similiarly  anxious  con 
cerning  the  same  picture,  is  a  would  be  artist,  whose  wretched  daubing 
will  make  "  abundant  sport  to  after  days."  Others  affirm  that  the 
original  is  a  certain  self  conceited  general  manager  of  a  railroad,  whose 
arrogance  has  done  more  to  reduce  the  business  of  his  route,  than  has 
the  opening  of  powerful  rival  lines  An  excellent  citizen  of  Franklin 
County,  is  remembered  in  "  Earth's  Brightest  Star;"  and  the  Cutler 


214  NOTE. 

fiftieth  anniversary  at  Bernardston,  Mass.,  December  5,  1876,  was  oc 
casion  for  the  verses  concerning  '  A  Golden  Day."  The  Lester  twenty 
fifth  anniversary  at  Miller's  Falls,  Mass.,  the  same  month,  finds  rhyth 
mic  record  on  the  iggth  page  of  the  book. 


"RHYMES  OF  YANKEE  LAND." 

Concerning  this  book  of  poems  from  the  pen  of  Mr. 
Aella  Greene,  the  press  and  people  speak  in  these  un 
mistakable  terms  of  admiration : 

"  We  read  the  volume  through  at  a  sitting  without  a  diversion  of 
the  eyes  from  its  silvery  pages,  and  commend  it  to  all  who  love  the 
good,  the  true,  and  the  beautiful.  It  is  fragrant  with  simplicity,  and 
originality  of  style,  and  sings  as  charmingly  as  a  bird  in  the  forest,  the 
sweet  carols  of  everyday  life." — Hannibal  (Mo.)  Courier. 

"  Deeds  of  heroism  that  else  would  have  remained  unknown  beyond 
the  immediate  friends  of  the  actors,  are  here  embalmed  in  pleas 
ant  verse.  The  volume  will  be  of  interest  not  only  for  the  local  asso 
ciations,  but  for  the  accurate  character  delineations  it  contains  and 
the  elegant  verse  in  which  they  are  presented." — Lowell  Daily  Courier. 

"  Mr.  Greene  knows  how  to  dispense  with  superfluity,  and  in  his  poems 
the  severely  simple  and  strictly  true  in  thought  and  utterance,  throw 
their  harmonies  upon  us.  They  show  genius  and  care,  and  breathe 
upon  us  the  pure  atmosphere  of  industrious,  cultivated  New  England." 
— St.  Albans  Messenger. 

"It  is  creditable  to  Mr.  Greene,  that,  in  an  imitative  age,  when  every 
singer  has  more  or  less  of  the  mocking  bird,  he  has  held  fast  to  his  own 
experience  and  his  own  arrangement  of  meters  and  tropes." — Spring 
field  Republican. 

"Of  all  the  New  England  friends  to  whom  the  volume  is  dedicated 


2l6  "RHYMES    OF    YANKEE    LAND." 

there  cannot  be  one  who  will  not  be  gratified  with  the  contents."— 
Congregationalist,  Boston. 

"Mr.  Greene  must  be  a  close  observer.  His  poems  strike  the  heart, 
so  genial  and  expressive  are  they." — Providence  Press. 

"  The  poems  possess  freshness  and  naturalness,  combined  with  a  rare 
rhythmical  beauty." — Battle  Creek  Journal. 

"  These  poems  have  sung  themselves  before  the  world  and  need  not 
tremble  in  presence  of  sage  or  king  " — Vermont  Paper. 

"  The  patriotic  praises  of  Yankee  Land  met  with  a  hearty  response 
to  every  line  " — President  W.  S.  Clark. 

'"When  you  and  I  were  boys  '  is  a  fine  poem  exhibiting  a  lively  fancy 
and  a  cultivated  taste." — Binghampton,  N.  Y.  Republican. 

"  Mr.  Aella  Greene  of  Springfield  has  struck  the  right  key-note  in 
his  "Rhymes  of  Yankee  Land." — Athol  Transcript. 

"  The  book  overflows  with  the  life  of  the  farm,  the  school  and  the 
meeting-house." — Adams  Transcript. 

"  Full  of  the  happiness  of  the  clover-field." — Holyoke  Transcript. 

"  Mr.  Greene  has  a  love  for  the  sterling  Yankee  character." — North 
ampton  Journal. 

"It  beams  with  light." — Western  Hampden  Times. 

"Fitted  to  lighten  care  and  brighten  life." — St.  Johnsbury  Caledonian. 

"A  genial  humor  and  faithful  portraiture." — Kalamazoo  Telegraph. 

"  Sketches  by  a  master-hand." — Galesburg  (III.)  Register. 

"  Even  photographically  correct." — Albany  Evening  Times. 

"It  has  merit  of  a  high  order." — Berkshire  County  Eagle. 

"  Unique,  original  and  truthful  " — Providence  Journal. 

"  Veritable  poems." — Springfield  Republican. 

"  An  admirable  book." — Prof.  Hiram  Orcutt. 

"  Pleasant  Poems." — Greenfield  Gazette. 


"RHYMES  OF  YANKEE  LAND.  2 1/ 

" '  The  pansied  yard,  the  slant  well-sweep,'  touch  the  Yankee  heart 
in  the  tenderest  wise.  '  The  thick-leafed  maples  where  you  hid  when 
pattered  down  the  rain,'  make  a  memory  sweet  to  many  who  have  so 
sheltered  from  showers  that  have  come  up  in  strawberry  picking." — 
Springfield  Republican. 

"  One  poem  of  rare  merit — glorious  in  its  harmony  with  human 
experience  and  human  woe — we  would  fain  reproduce  entire,  but  our 
space  forbids,  and  a  few  stanzas  must  suffice  : 

'  How  blessed  and  true  the  belief 
That  the  joy  which  comes  after  grief 
Is  sweeter  and  never  so  brief 
As  other  joys ! ' 

Among  the  '  Smithville  worthies,'  whom  the  poet  portrays  with  a 
graphic  pen,  is  conspicuously  seen  '  Old  Mr.  Smith,'  whose  sterling 
qualities  are  handsomely  compressed  into  verse." — Hannibal  (Mo,) 
Courier. 

"Aptly  expressing  the  ideas  of  their  Yankee  author." — Palmer 
Journal. 

"  The  '  Smithville  '  poem  abounds  in  humorous  hits  and  close  fits," — 
8pri*gjleld  Republican. 

"The  poem  '  Williamsburg'  is  a  gem." — Gov.  W.  B.  WasJiburn. 

"  Whoever  reads  '  When  you  and  I  were  Boys,'  will  exclaim  with 
us,  Beautiful !" — South  Norwalk  (Ct.)  Sentinel. 

"  The  poem  '  When  you  and  I  were  Boys '  has  life-like  pictures,  and 
the  language  is  very  fine." — Hon.  E.  B.  Gilleit. 

Samuel  Bowles,  founder  of  the  Springfield  Republican,  said  of  the 
author  of  "  Rhymes  of  Yankeeland :  "  "  Mr.  Greene  is  the  best  bard  of 
the  Valley,"  and  concerning  that  very  expressive  compliment  said,  "  I 
should  not  have  said  it  had  I  not  meant  it."  One  critic  says,  "  The 
book  is  certainly  original  in  style  and  has  no  superfluities  about  it. 


218  "RHYMES  OF  YANKEE  LAND." 

Nothing  could  be  added  to  it  in  the  way  of  terseness  and  square,  honest 
meaning,  not  to  mention  a  keen  sense  of  the  ludicrous  and  a  keener 
contempt  for  all  that  is  cruel  and  mean,  and  admiration  for  all  brave 
and  noble  traits  in  men  of  whatever  station."  Another  critic  says  of 
the  poems :  "  Their  truthful  imagery  and  genial  humor  reach  the  heart 
and  appeal  at  once  to  our  love  of  the  pure  and  good,  while,  with  accu 
rate  rythm  and  a  captivating  blending  of  simplicity  and  elegance  of  ex 
pression,  they  tell  the  triumphs  and  joys  of  retiring,  home-loving  peo 
ple."  Still  another  speaks  in  these  expressive  terms :  "  Mr.  Greene's 
poems  bear  the  mark  of  a  distinct  original  individuality.  They  have 
the  strength  of  sincerity  and  fidelity  to  nature,  and  have  a  ringing,  ro 
bust,  healthy  manliness  pervading  them.  He  has  '  spoken  plainly  and 
briefly/  '  utilizing  beauty  and  beautifying  utility.'  " 

" '  Rhymes  of  Yankee  Land,"  the  book  of  charming  poems  by  Mr. 
Aella  Greene  of  Springfield,  has  readied  its  seventh  edition.  Familiar 
with  men  and  manners  in  Yankee  Land,  Mr.  Greene  writes  of  its  char 
acters  and  institutions  in  easy,  terse,  original  style,  and  the  reader,  if  he 
be  a  New  Englander,  is  sure  to  catch  the  spirit  and  peruse  with  unal 
loyed  pleasure  the  truthful  verses.  The  book  lias  been  enlarged  since 
its  first  appearance,  and  it  is  printed  and  bound  in  faultless  style.  We 
are  pleased  to  learn  that  it  lias  met  a  warm  reception,  and  trust  it  will 
find  a  place  in  every  family  library." — Greenfield  Gazette. 

"  In  the  poem  '  Williamsburg,'  scenes  of  the  Mill  River  disaster  are 
depicted  in  verse  destined  to  immortal  fame."  "To  the  critics  who 
may  find  aught  to  say  in  dispraise  of  the  book,  we  feel  constrained  to 
quote  Mr.  Greene's  own  words : 

"  'And  should  these  critics  go  to  Heaven, 

Their  joy  would  be  to  tell 
How  saints  might  tune  their  harps  correct 
And  sing  hozannas  well ! ' "      — Fitchburg  Sentinel. 


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"  We  commend  the  book  to  all  lovers  of  genuine  poetry.  It  is  fresh, 
sparkling  and  original.  Mr.  Greene  sketches  with  a  master  hand,  and 
deals  with  life  as  one  finds  it  in  '  Yankee  Land.'  The  '  Smithville 
Worthies  "  include  several  strikingly  original  characters,  so  naturally 
described,  that  one  can  readily  call  to  mind  their  prototypes  in  any  New 
England  town." — The  Household. 


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